OK, so maybe this team really does stink. But, as my brother always reminds me, "What do you expect-they're the Cubs!?"

So, to focus on all of the never-ending cliches of hopes, promises, and downright grasping-for- straws outlook of a Bleed Cubbie Blue fandom, I decided to try some Transcendental Meditation, or at least a Midwestern attempt at looking somewhere over the rainbow to ease my pain:

Someday...
Wait till next year will finally arrive.

A day late and a dollar short will fade into distant memories of a 100 plus W Flags season.

The one that got away will never again come to mind as EAMUS CATULI! is stamped on consecutive 24 Carat Gold World Championship coins.

"Oooooooohhhh NOOOOOOOOO!"- the three-time Cy Young Award winning Cubs pitcher from Japan is greeted by Ron Santo during the victory celebration in the Wrigley Field locker room after the Cubs' sixth World Series Championship of the decade.

"Loveable Losers" will be the nickname that the team formerly known as White Sox steal (again!) from the Cubs as the single A team moves to Biloxi to permanently take residence in the Gulf Coast Fly Fishing League...they gone...fishin'!

Someday...
AC 0000 will be cemented in place on Sheffield Avenue for year, after year, after year,
after year, after year, after year...keep smilin' Steve Goodman!

Someday...
California Dreamin' will be a song about West Coast Baseball Teams' envy of the Dynasty forged by the Baby Blue Bruins of the Midway!

Someday...
The Friendly Confines will host the World's Greatest Nation of Loyal Baseball Fans for a Celebration party that will know no end...

Someday...
Genetic Cubs Fans will be inoculated with a Dusty Tribune-proof serum that renders them eternally bulletproof from witnessing or remembering the losing season's baggage that they have shouldered for an eternity.

Someday...
Hell will truly freeze over, pigs begin to fly, and Bleed Cubbie Blue smiles will radiate a "Let's Play Two" World Series grin in a blissful state of Nirvana.