Caveat emptor! This book was written just before that which it implies could never happen, happened. Like the first (fourth) Star Wars, it takes place in a galaxy long ago and far away. A world wherein the most hapless of all hapless baseball teams, hamstrung by a small venue, impecunious (not to mention inept) ownership and the contrivances of Lovecraft’s Old Ones themselves (you can find an account of their malevolence in the Necronomicon) converged in the longest sustained record of futility endured by any American professional sports team so far. A world wherein pain and frustration, according to Will, literally amended the neurological circuitry of Cubs fans.