Watching the last two Cubs games has been like seeing someone you love suffer through the end stages of a debilitating disease. You still recognize them, but the verve and spark of life just isn’t there anymore. It’s sad, but you still have the memories of a life well lived. I suppose it’s still too early to start shoveling dirt on the coffin, but I think I heard this team’s death rattle at the end of Game 2. Or maybe that was just Cal Ripken’s allotted 3 words in the 9th inning.
Here’s the thing though: I’m not mad about it.