There is not a damned thing wrong with people who are bull shitters.

Facts please.

2016

Facts please.

2016

There is not a damned thing wrong with people who are bull shitters.

I like this. You earned it today. You can't troll me.

Maybe every team they face will have crippling injuries again next year as well.

2016

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It's appropriate that 2016 has a 6 right there as a reminder of the losses in this playoff.

This registered sex offender I regularly converse with on the internet just said something really stupid

It's appropriate that 2016 has a 6 right there as a reminder of the losses in this playoff.

so crippling, indeed, that they defeated both the BoSox and Blue Jays.

stick with variance. It's a winner.

It's appropriate that 2016 has a 6 right there as a reminder of how many more losses than wins Jerry's kids had.

They were that good. I had the Indians as WS winners in July before two of their top three pitchers went down.

This isn't an argument you want to battle on.

It's appropriate that 2016 has a 6 right there as a reminder of the losses in this playoff.

so, the Blue Jays sucked even harder? BoSox, best team in the AL for a while, sucked too? Use a word like crippled, be prepared to explain how dominant the AL really is for the crippled team to beat the two best AL challengers.

2016

And a zero to remind you there are none better!

And a zero to remind you there are none better!

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

And so the hagiography begins. The epic professional-managerial class narcissism lying at the heart of post-1984 Cub fandom demands that Cub fans exaggerate the greatness of their team's victory over a hobbled Cleveland squad because they cannot withstand the trauma of confronting the franchise's--and, implicitly, their own--ordinariness. It's Red Sox Syndrome redux.

I'm a big dumb shitlib baby

And so the hagiography begins. The epic professional-managerial class narcissism lying at the heart of post-1984 Cub fandom demands that Cub fans exaggerate the greatness of their team's victory over a hobbled Cleveland squad because they cannot withstand the trauma of confronting the franchise's--and, implicitly, their own--ordinariness. It's Red Sox Syndrome redux.

the comparison to Red Sox fans is completely valid. Like Cub fans, Red Sox fans once embraced a kind of warped, inverted narcissism by reveling in their tradition of futility. Shortly after winning the 2004 series, though, they were forced to create a new mythology for themselves--which they attempted to do by making claims about the unique and historic nature of their victory.

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Don't be jealous.

The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

Enjoy this moment, Leash. I'm not going to rain on your parade. There will be plenty of time to dissect the Cub franchise's unique-non-uniqueness and the frail inner lives of Cub fans in the months and years to come. Congratulations!