Three peat...

No, dear readers, sadly you do not get three posts today. Rather, I simply chose to continue my admittedly short streak of titling posts with numbers. If you want further justification, today's date starts with "3." Also, I'm pretty sure that the outside air temperature right now is about 3 degrees. Although I'm really just guessing at that - I haven't been able to leave my 8x15 room for the past 9 hours.

Unfortunately, that's about all I've got to share with you right now. I could try to tell you that this coming year is going to be the Cubs's year (hey, it's the 100th anniversary of the Cubs's first World Series title this year - that's got to be some good mojo, right?), but who would I be kidding? Besides, in some extremely perverse way, part of the mystique of the Cubs would be destroyed if they actually won something. Sure, I cried like a baby in 2003 when they blew it again, but would I still enjoy being a Cubs fan as much if they had won? It's easy to be a fan of a team that wins, like the Yankees or the Cardinals (may they rot), but there's a bit of a smugness that comes with being a Cubs fan. Sure, a little part of you dies every season, but you have to work at being a Cubs fan. I imagine it's something like being an early Christian in ancient Rome. A Cubs fan, like an early Christian, has a tremendous amount of faith. But in the end, where does that faith lead? To being impaled on a spike or ripped apart by a lion in the opposing fans' arena. Although, once every 400-something years, something good does happen.

Okay, enough self-congratulatory drivel about the life of a Cubs fan. I'll try to get something a bit more intellectually stimulating up later this week, although it'll probably be something about the Super Bowl. Until then, remember that this is the year of the Cubbies. You heard it here first (actually you heard it first from the millions of Cubs fans that said "wait until next year" sometime around last June, but this is my blog so I'm taking credit).