Curses Are Not Meant to be Broken

In the most anticlimactic finish to the most exciting baseball game maybe ever, the Cubs edged the Indians in game 7, 8-7 in 10 innings, to claim their first World Series title in 108 years and my world is crumbling around me. With the win, the Cubs broke their legendary "Curse of the Billy Goat," but in reality they were just statistically overdue for a win. Anyone who rooted for the Cubs in this series is not someone I want to associate myself with. The Cubs picked up a ton of bandwagon fans this season purely because they wanted to see them 'break the curse,' which is more disheartening than this election cycle. What kind of person actually wants a curse to be broken? The Cubs' 'curse' was one of the best things about baseball. It was as embedded into the fabric of baseball culture as hot dogs and overpriced beer. Now that the curse is over you might as well just get rid of the 7th inning stretch too. When the Red Sox won the World Series in 2004 I remember thinking, "Well at least the Cubs still suck," and I was genuinely comforted by that thought. But now that the Cubs won I feel lost. What am I supposed to believe in now? I had gotten so used to the Cubs drought that I had come to expect it, just as I expected the sun to rise in the morning. There was no contingency plan for a Cubs World Series win. I had never envisioned a world where the Cubs are world champions - it feels eerie and post apocalyptic. Post-curse life wont be easy, and navigating this new epoch of human history will be challenging and unfamiliar, but I take solace in the idea that any awful franchise can win a championship if you give them 100+ years to do it.