It’s a given that nothing could ever live up to the unadulterated elation of the 2016 World Series title, not when that final out took with it the weight of over a century of failure. But as the Cubs have learned in the three years since, one burden has simply been placed with another. Like Indiana Jones swapping a bag of sand for a golden fertility idol, the exchange has led to a crumbling of the building around them.
Sound too dramatic? I don’t know, man, these last three seasons have been progressively less fun to watch and have taken an increasingly hefty toll on my soul.