As a sadist, let me tell you that you guys have the most exquisite vintage of sports pain there is. It would be a shame for the well to run dry. I prefer this slow progression, now making it to the WS just another step in franchise devastation. Collapse on the biggest stage and this will be the sweetest heart break on earth.
Next year the slow realization that these opportunities are rare, and pitching needs reveal themselves. Several years down the road, a triumphant return to the world series for Bryant/Rizzo. Now veterans. Mature. Learned how to win we are to believe.
Those are the World Series that will matter. Round 2. And if they fail to win those, the twilight years club.
I mean, part of me does hope this generation of Cubs breaks through, but to see them fail...would be to taste perfect death. Ambrosia. Essence of a perfect human emotion, suffering.