Fatal flaw: the small sample size. The Cubs excelled over a great swath of time--history's clock. The clay sculptor whose masterpiece collapses with the final dab on the tip of the nose, the structural tenuousness of greatness, the weightiness of excellence. Pressures.
Fatal flaw, Suggestion #2: The Cub fan. Statistical irregularities are not tragic. The infrastructure built around them, the scaffolding of fear and loathing; that is the wreckage of tragedy. You could break down any part of the human experience in this manner, heartlessly. Failed relationships are statistical anomalies (or more accurately, regularities). I suppose it doesn't do any good to get so cold about it. It's tragic, after all, to raise a score of hopes and disappoint.
Is it a flaw to get all excited about something that you care about? To commit time and energy to the pitiless trials of chance? No, I don't think so. Flaws, after all, suggest strengths in the otherwise. For what's a hero cut down but a hero still?
Does even a hero clad in iron not sometimes wear a terrible goatee?
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You know, Robert Downey Jr. and I used to go out.
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This made me smile.
really great work.......
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