The ultimate baseball stage was set.
The Chicago Cubs were playing the Cleveland Indians. In October. For the World Series. Cleveland hadn’t reached the World Series since Bob Feller and company pulled off the feat about the time my newly retired parents were born. The Cubs were even more inept, so much so that one of their bitter fans managed to write the best baseball song of all time while virtually on his death bed.
2016 was the year that both broke the appearance jinx. One angst filled fan base was going to finally going to reach the fruit.