I got to enjoy a wonderful dinner with a friend in downtown Chicago this evening. The streets were quiet since everyone was at the game. As we wandered back towards her hotel, wind whipping our hair and rain spitting on us from low clouds, we stopped to take a few sight-seeing photos. This row of Cubs flags, flying proudly in the rain, seemed symbolic of the loyalty of true Cubs fans, faithful even in the face of tonight’s dwindling scores and narrowed chances of making the World Series. Narrowed, not ended…Go, Cubs!