“There is only one god, and His name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: ‘not today.'”
At some point on Sunday, on my drive from Chicago back home to Cleveland, thinking about the Cubs failures in Game 3 and Game 4, I found my mood getting lighter. I was still nervous, as any fan would be with their team on the brink of elimination, but I wasn’t wound up tight, feeling like I was going to barf.