Hope springs eternal. Alas.
Chicago Cubs fans are resiliently optimistic. They’re also habitually disappointed. More than a century after the Cubs’ last World Series win, the locals are still praying for a miracle in the Windy City—which would be better news if earthly prayers weren’t so apt to blow away in a stiff breeze.
Faith means believing that anything can happen.
Fatalism, on the other hand, means knowing that it usually doesn’t.
I’m not suggesting that Chicago’s title drought is permanent. Rain falls on even the driest fields, and sooner or later Wrigley is bound to be the site of a championship shower. But ...
