Being I live so close to Chicago, one would think I would be a Cub's fan - Think again.

It is that time of year when the Cubs find reality and sink from their lofty perch to the sea below. Like the Titanic, Da Cubs start to burbble and sputter during this time of year as if they are part of an ill-fated tragic play.

They give hope to their fans, only to yank the rug out from underneath them at the last moment. It reminds me of Lucy pulling the football out from under Charlie Brown as he goes to kick it... and then he falls flat on his back looking up into the sky wondering why he even attempted.

So Cub fans, can you say one hundred and one? Or how about wait until next year?

But wait, I do see a possibility for the Cub team this year. The possibility they will make the playoffs, go to the World Series, and then have Steve Bartman interfere with a foul ball - which will cost them game seven. There is nothing like a bittersweet nightmare that haunts the hallow field named Wrigley.