Tomorrow we will know

Who won the World Series.  Will it be the Cubs, the dictionary definition of cursed sports programs?  Of the Indians, from the city that already has seen its sports drought come to an end?   As an Ohioan and Cleveland fan, I feel obliged to hope the Indians win.  And yet, when I see the interviews with those Cubs fans who are over 100 years old, having lived a century hoping their team wins, I can’t help but hope for the Cubs.  After last night, it might be a forgone conclusion.   Nonetheless, I still remain divided.  Traditional loyalties or sentimentality?  I’ll see.  We’ll all see. Tonight.