“It Happened”. That’s all the headlines needed to say. There was no need to write an article. No need to give an analysis. No need for anything other than a cover with a picture. The Chicago Cubs are World Series Champions.
What in the hell has this world come to? Gone are the memories of Leon Durham booting that ground ball in the 1984 ALCS. Gone forever is the picture of a black cat walking past the Shea Stadium on deck circle as Ron Santo watched in horror. Farewell is the ”loveable losers” moniker that was long synonymous with the Chicago Cubs. Gone is Steve Bartman’s reach, Moises Alou‘s frustration, Alex Gonzalez‘s error, and Dusty Baker‘s mismanagement of the Chicago pitching staff.…
