I was 13 in 1969, when one of the best Chicago Cubs teams ever assembled stumbled down the stretch and the "Miracle Mets" overcame them to win the pennant. 13 is a very impressionable age, and I've never forgotten the heartbreak of that season.How am I feeling this week? A little nauseous. And I'm avoiding black cats, billy goats, and guys named Steve.
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