Two hours out, a compromise with hope

Self-portrait, or a desperate man - by Gustave Courbet

]So I wrote a couple of days ago about my habit, developed over long years of Cubs fandom, of treating hope (in terms of hope for actual success for my team) as something of a corrosive substance. Hope so long delayed and so often betrayed demands a re-figuring of the nature of one's fandom: Do I hope for success, and stay perpetually downcast; or do I take a longer view, of the sport as a lovely thing, of tribal passions channelled and used to good end?

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