I have heard many times that it is torture being a Cubs fan. Everyone knows the Cubs have not won the World Series since 1908 and during that 103 year span there have been countless agonizing moments, but there have been wonderful ones as well. We know about the goats, the curses, and the infamous foul ball. We know about the ’69 collapse, the black cat, and Brant Brown dropping the ball in the Milwaukee County Stadium sun. But then there was Ernie Banks hitting #500, Rick Monday saving the flag , and Ryne Sandberg hitting #2 off Bruce Sutter on that wonderful Saturday afternoon as Bob Costas screamed in disbelief. But then there was that same Bruce Sutter, pitching for the Cubs, giving up run #23 to Hall of Famer Mike Schmidt in the famous 23-22 game. There was one of the greatest years ever in 1984, until the torture of 3 straight losses against the putrid brown and yellow jerseys of San Diego (I still to this day can’t stomach the sight of Steve Garvey ). There were 5 outs to go in 2003 before someone called Bartman (but that someone should really be called Alex Gonzalez) ended that dream, and then of course, the first round playoff exits (both by way of sweep) of 2007 and 2008. It seems that for Cub fans every great moment is offset with towel drills or cant-miss prospects who miss, inevitably leading to the uttering of those fateful words, “wait ’til next year”.
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