Just now beginning to come to grips...

   Around the fifth inning or so, I decided that perhaps chronicling this particular night was not something that I really wanted to do, hence the small selection of pictures.

"An optimist sees a glass as half-full, a pessimist sees it as half-empty. A Cubs fan looks at the glass and wonders when it is going to tip over."--George Will

I was there to witness the glass tip. Let me say that it is not something that I ever wish to witness again.

Why should 100 be any different than the 99 prior?

Well? Why should they. Tonight hurt. Tonight hurt a lot. I refused to watch the final pitch to Soriano. If I didn't see it, it didn't happen and the Cubs still have one pitch to go. A lot of Cub fans are disgusted. I'm not. Maybe the Curse of the Billy Goat is really that we are all just as stubborn as one.

Postseason, from here on out, I could care less. But a few more months til the hot stove talk starts again and a few months til I will be on a plane for the Cub Convention. And a year from now? I will be booking tickets to the Cubs NLDS games. I can feel it.

On A Wing and a Prayer

Heading up to Dodger Stadium. Cubs down in the series 2-0. Dodgers need one win to knock the Cubs out. Cubs need 3 to stay alive. We can do this. I know we can. I hope we can.

This could wind up being a very very long night.