There are lots of reasons for Cubs fans to feel -- even more than normal -- that this is The Year. The Cubs are in first place in a relatively weak NL Central; the team's offense is a finely-tuned OBP machine; and the first half's solid pitching is set to spike with the addition of Rich Harden. Things are good. Fingers are crossed. Add another reason to the list: Chicago Sun-Times columnist Rick Telander sees an omen in the least likely places:
But until Friday, never had a pigeon from the Friendly Confines dropped a load on my shoulder. [...] Chase indicated where a fresh, warm mess lay on the left shoulder of my blue shirt. He then ushered me to the Cubs' bathroom and offered me a towel. So I ask you long-suffering Cubs fans: Is this not a sign? Is this not the year?Brilliant, and I mean that sincerely. There's far too much talk about omens and signs and curses in Chicago; columnists like Jay Mariotti (Telander's sworn enemy) write them into the public record, and non-thinking fans buy in. Kudos to Telander for taking a shot at the idiots.




