I'm a biased party. I get this.
I still think that Walter Payton is the best running back ever, I think that Turner Gill is the country's finest collegiate coach, and I think the Sabres are going to be better than everybody thinks.
I have no facts to support any of this aside from unabashed fandom. It's what being a fan is really all about: Damning what the man says and what history suggests. Statistics have no home in fandom. And while you may get some here, I typically like to leave the Yards per attempts, OPS's and historical significance for the real-life reporters and analysts.
All of this could be why I don't think my beloved Cubbies are dead...not yet, anyway. Life support? You bet. Dead? Far from it. If our soap operas have taught us anything, it is that being left for dead hardly means that you are dead. It simply means you have fallen on hard times...and when everyone has written you off, you sneak back in the picture and sleep with someone's wife to ruin the day.
Yes, the Cubbies are down 2-0 in a race to three wins with the Dodgers. Yes, the Dodgers have outplayed, out managed and out classed the Cubs so far. I never said, or expected that it would take an immediate turnaround of both attitude and quality of play.
But a team doesn't win 97 games without some quality pitchers. A team certainly doesn't win all of those games without a balanced line up. It just doesn't happen. You don't win 97 games by beating up on bad teams and getting lucky all the time.
So no, I don't think the Cubbies are dead yet. No, I don't think it is a waste of my time to catch one last game to see what this potentially historic team can do with their backs to the wall. And yes...I do think they are in deep trouble. Even on life support.
But at 10 p.m. eastern time, the good doctors will unplug all of the machines and see if the Cubs can stay alive on their own.
I guess all an irrational fan can do is sit back and hope just like Boston did in 2004 or how New York did in 2001.
Just like that...