Don't get me wrong. I'm not UNhappy.

I'm just not HAPPY.

My best friend won't be visiting Chicago this month. The Cubs have lost 7 of their last 8.

But then he likes his job better these days, and we have a nice, solid 4-game cushion at the top of the NL Central.

I miss my best friend. He would say something comforting right now to shake me out of this silly, borderline gloomy mood.

It's just some of us have waited our whole lives for a Cubs World Series appearance. I know it's not a cure for cancer, but it's important all the same.