I’ve been saying it all along, though what began as a confident proclamation soon turned into a calming mantra and then clung to as sort of a life preserver of affirmation: surely with all this talent, they can’t all slump at once. Yet as June wore on and the Cubs offense struggled to scratch out more than two runs in a game, my cleansing breaths were coming more rapidly and I felt myself sinking into the abyss of panic (which is different from Giants fans struggling with the absence of Panik).
I began to fear that the Cubs had somehow tumbled off a cliff of improbability.