As the game ended and I had to figure out what to do next my mind wandered to the A. Bartlett Giamatti article Green Fields of the Mind.  I hadn't read it since high school.  What struct me is that regardless of whether or not the Cubs had won the World Series, the baseball season would have come to an end.  It breaks your heart because it was meant to break your heart.  Even if the Cubs had won the World Series, the baseball season would have come to an end and I (all of us) would have to find something else to occupy our thoughts and time with.

So the euphemism "Wait 'til Next Year" would (and hopefully someday will) apply to us after a World Series victory and we will be left with facing a winter, but we face it with the knowledge that baseball will begin again and the law of averages dictates that eventually, a team that plays on the North Side of Chicago will win the World Series.  

And when that happens I know I will have my heart broken, not because of a World Series victory to celebrate, but because I have to wait until April for baseball to resume.