So the big Cubs-Yankees series begins today. It will be the first time the two teams have matched up in a non-exhibition game since the evil, evil Yankees swept the Cubs 4-0 in the 1938 World Series.
There are many reasons to dislike interleague play, but one of them surely is that now a Cubs-Yankees World Series, if it ever came to pass, would be a little bit anti-climactic. Cubs fans have often fantasized of their dear Cubbies beating the Yankees in the seventh game of the World Series in Wrigley Field.
Nothing would greater symbolize the Cubs’ finally having arrived than a matchup against baseball’s all-time winningest team.
But there is another factor: fear. At least a pennant-winning Cubs team would be a team worthy of the competition, unlike this year’s team, which has strong pitching and not much else.
I don’t hope for much, really. I’ve had enough joy for several lifetimes. All I hope for now is to avert the sharp thrusts of pain I’ll surely feel every time the Cubs lose to the Yankees. If there’s any of that good ol’ cosmic justice in this world, please let the Cubs sweep this series.
Please.
Please.
Please.