Never liked the Cubs. Never disliked them.
I got on the Cubs wagon in 1984(?) when they had Sutcliffe, Leon Durham, Ron Cey, Larry Bowa, Eckersley, Lee Smith....
I loathed, hated, despised and abhorred Steve Garvey and his stupid forearms. So when the Cubs had them in the NLCS, I got on board. Watching Harry on WGN was fun. I was disgusted when they couldn't win one of three in San Diego.
This series was great. Lots of good games and a crazy finish in Game 7.
No series will EVER touch the 1992 World Series for me, though. As a Braves fan from way back, that season was crazy magic. I took my grandmother -- then in her mid 70s -- to the first Braves series she'd ever seen in person despite watching them religiously on TBS for years. Saw Glavine pitch. Was before the All Star break when the upstart Braves were flirting with first place. We thought it was fun but would fade. Little did we know.
I watched almost every game that season. The World Series was amazing. Three extra inning games. Only two games separated by more than a single run.
To this day I hate Hrbek. That guy is a piece of crap.
I hated Puckett, too. He's dead.
I'm still mad at Lonnie Smith.
I feel bad for Charlie Liebrandt, but he can go hump a goat too.
In that seventh game, Cox began his long history of blowing playoff games and series. I'll never understand why he walked Hrbek in the tenth. The guy hadn't hit for crap and was almost as slow as Sid Bream. You walked somebody to set up the double play, wasn't that enough? Let Hrbek ground into the stupid thing.
When Atlanta lost to the Twins in the seventh game in extra innings? I went to bed and stayed there for two days.
That was the greatest playoff series I've ever seen, though. It was exhausting.