Intra-blog discussions are always the best fodder.

I’m pulling for Milwaukee. No, it is not just because I spend 6 years living there as a member of the most hallowed and esteemed workforce they employ. (I was a bartender.) It’s because I adore the Cubbies.

I adore the Cubbies losing record. I love their perennial losing records. I love their fans, who show up at my hallowed home of Cincinnati’s Great American Ballpark with annoying regularity anytime the Cubs are above .500. The Cubs are the only lovable losers left in American baseball.

For months now, the Cubs have been playing well and my erstwhile but well-meaning girlfriend has pointed this out to me. I maintain my original conviction: “They’ll blow it.”

They ALWAYS blow it. It’s part of their charm. At least Red Sox fans were merry and cheerful before they finally won the series. Cubs fans seem bitter, disappointed and constantly angry.

I admit it. I revel in seeing their hopes dashed. To me, that’s part of baseball. Long live baseball tradition.

But having been to six straight Brewers opening day celebrations in the parking lot of County Stadium and then Miller Park, I have to cheer on the other lovable losers, the brew crew. They aren’t just a team with a “cheese-brat buried so far up their asses,” they’re the ones that are going to send the Cubs home… again.