Apparently, there just wasn't enough magic left in the world. The Cubs lost.

The Cubs...lost.

I watched the game tonight at Jillian's, which is really about the only bar I know in Seattle right now. Turns out that it was packed with Cubs fan, all of whom either left in a mood grayer than the Seattle sky or stayed to drown their sorrows in yet another microbrew. In a wierd fit of synchronicity, I sat at the bar next to a guy who works for Accenture and currently lives in Bucktown -- spitting distance from where I used to live before the Great Apartment Fire of 2002. It was, at least, nice to have someone to commiserate with.

It's just too damn bad. The hopes of literally two generations of Cubs fans died tonight -- at least, until next year...