muskie

You know, they *will* have to build the Theo Epstein wing at the Hall in Cooperstown. Once could have been lucky. Twice, and the guy is the front office genius of the early 21st century.

I am a Cubs fan. Nothing that happens in the next few minutes can be worse than what I have already lived though for the last sixty years. Take another deep breath, and repeat the above statement. I will survive.

I am a Cubs fan. Nothing that happens in the next few minutes can be worse than what I have already lived though for the last sixty years. Take another deep breath, and repeat the above statement. I will survive.

I believe, Jeebus! No, not in you. In Ben Zobrist.

He's bigger than you, stronger than you, and apparently owns guns. What's your plan, exactly? I pack an extra large power wheelchair. As long as there are curb cuts, I've got him, man :D

I'm a lifelong Cub fan. I can handle this. Aroldis Chapman, if I ever meet him in a dark alley, will not be able to handle me.

Well, what did you expect? He made an error, and, as per Javy's example, he owed us a home run.

He should have started the game with a Grand Slam. I'm pretty sure if he had done that, the Indians would have unconditionally surrendered and we'd be world champions already. :D One.More.Win. :flythew:

Okay, the party food goes back to the kitchen

Is this the point where I can stop gripping my tablet with a death grip, slide back from the very edge of my seat, and go to the kitchen to get out the (non-nacho) party food? I can always go back to stressing out, if circumstances warrant.

Is this the point where I can stop gripping my tablet with a death grip, slide back from the very edge of my seat, and go to the kitchen to get out the (non-nacho) party food? I can always go back to stressing out, if circumstances warrant.

I just need to prove to my own eyes that this thread is real. Amazing. Four.More.Wins. :flythew: :flythew: :flythew: :flythew:

I doubt anyone remembers me. I was an original here from the old Cubs board. I check in and lurk from time to time but I have not posted in forever. I remember, in 1967, hopping on my stingray bike and riding through my southside neighborhood (where I had been relentlessly teased for not only rooting for the "wrong" team, but an awful wrong team), shouting "The Cubs finished third! The Cubs finished third!". All these years later, I find it hard to imagine this is... real. I lived to see this day. National League Champion Chicago Cubs. Every time I say this I want to cry. :flythew: :flythew: :flythew: :flythew: Four. More. Wins.

I'm hoping Mets, but no Marlins/D-backs is fine with me. As a Cubs fan who survived 1969 without throwing myself off a roof or anything, I favor the Mets, and a series sweep by the Cubs, for sweet revenge.

I am now feeling exceedingly reassured :-))