I'm sorry to see the legend of the Billy Goat Curse rear its ugly head; I was pulling for you guys myself. Like any contender, if the Cubbies can figure out how they ended up in the playoffs, they can find themselves at the Series' doorstep again next year.
I'm pulling for the Red Sox even though my original rationale is no longer applicable. A Sox-Cubbies World Series, you see, would have not only invited an interesting possibility of Armageddon - as my cousin in the Windy City suggested - or match up two teams that haven't been given the chance for a trophy in a while. Most importantly, regardless of who represents the National League, a Red Sox win keeps the Yankees out.
Apologies to Yankees fans - most of my father's side of the family is fiercely loyal to the best team in baseball. You've just got to understand: contempt for the Yankees is sheer jealousy. It's ingrained. It shares a few parts-per-million in our water with fluoride. We despise the Yankees because they've always had the magic touch and always will. The greatest resources, the best players, the best record. They'll always dominate the game. And we can't stand them for that. Indians and Red Sox fans are to the New York Yankees as the French and the Germans are to the United States Military.