No one begrudges the Cubs their joyful moment; not after 108 bloody years. But in the end, it's fair to say the Indians emerge equally admired while the Cubs should regard themselves mighty, mighty lucky.
Clark
Booth
As happens now and again -- at least every decade or so -- we get a World Series that sort of hits the national sweet-spot and is not so much just a mere blistering tussle for sporting glory and treasure as a rare slice of Americana. So it was with the 2016 Cubs-Indians opus.
It was one of those gems you didn't want to end; at least not until the season's first blizzard carved across the heartland. It was a championship series without a true loser. You may recall we here enjoyed something memorably comparable back in 1975.
None of which takes anything away from the Cubs whose legendary anguish stirred the entire Republic's profoundest sympathy, even though said misery had been over the many decades overwhelmingly self-inflicted. No one begrudges the Cubs their joyful moment; not after 108 bloody years. But in the end, it's fair to say the Indians emerge equally admired while the Cubs should regard themselves mighty, mighty lucky.
Consider for the fun of it what might have happened had it been the Indians due to bat after that curiously fateful tenth inning alleged "rain-delay" in Game Seven. Luckily for the Cubs, it was their turn to hit and after gathering their wits in the clubhouse throughout that 17-minute hiatus they not surprisingly emerged sufficiently renewed to jump on the Indians reliever. If it was their last gasp, they sure made the most of it.
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Posted By: agnes levine
Sunday, November 13th 2016 at 1:21PM
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