I was just thinking last night that it’s mid-August and the Cubs are still playing good ball. When I did, my stomach jumped a little. This morning I read Morrissey’s Column:

It’s mid-August, and the Cubs are arguably the best team in the National League. This is not a fluke. No extenuating circumstances explain the phenomenon. Nothing like a biblical plague gumming up opponents’ pitching mechanics. The Cubs are very good, and they have every reason to believe they’re going to be very good in the postseason.

They’re also the Cubs. And that means, to put it in strictly scientific terms, there’s a decent chance they’re hosed.

It’s why the mood among Cubs fans veers from recklessly optimistic to clinically freaked out, depending on the hour of the day and the tilt of Ron Santo’s hairpiece.