The end of the Cubs dream went down, preserving the curse of the goat. I feel bad for my Dad, who's still waiting for the Cubs to make it to the World Series, just as he's been waiting his whole life. I also sort of feel sorry for the fan who tried to catch the ball in Game 6, when the Cubs were 5 outs away from the World Series. And so the Cubs, the team of infinite resignation, fell to a pitcher name Beckett. Just wait till next year . . . . ah well.
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