Well, they did it again. If there's one thing you can count on the Cubs, is consistency. I still love you, Cubbies. Once a Cubs fan, always a Cubs fan.

Why?

We can start with Wrigley Field. Oh...sweet Wrigley. Need I say more? Walking into that park is stepping into a chunk of history. Cubs fans would riot if they ever even tried to take the piss-troughs out of the men's bathroom. Unlike that blue beast in the ghetto on the South-side, Wrigley is preserving baseball for what it was meant to be. Old-Style. Cruddy food. No rap music and Jumbotrons. Just the sound of cheering and an old guy behind an old wooden scoreboard. A living museum.

I remember walking around town with my buddy Barry one Wednesday during summer break. Ten minutes before the first pitch, we walk up to the ticket booth and got the cheapest tickets we could get. Three rows behind home plate. 80 degrees, perfectly sunny, Wrigley park, the Cubbies. I think they lost and it was the greatest game ever.

Mushy personal experiences aside, there is something about the Cubs that go beyond baseball. You can find Cubs fans everywhere. A thousand miles from home, I watched the last game of the series at a small bar in town -- and there was as much excitement as you'd find in a bar on the North-side. There's something appealing about a team that is used to losing, yet keeps pushing no matter what the odds. How many times have you been so close to finally getting something right, only to fuck it up at the last minute? In a nation full of losers, we like the underdogs -- we can find solace in a team that'll never be abandoned for their failures.

Boston fans know about this. I wanted the Red Sox in the World Series. Who am I going to root for, the Yankees? Unlike a particular unnamed columnist on this magazine (*cough* Will Leitch), I'm not so low to root against whoever knocked my team out of the running (even though the Marlins can all fry in hell). This'll be the most boring series ever.

Go Cubs. There's always next year.