I'm just sayin'.
In these days of revisionist heresy in baseball (night games, designated hitters, interleague play ... what's next? aluminum bats?), things are more complicated and just being the best for 162 games isn't good enough. You've got to get lucky (let's face it, in post-season play, that's pretty much what it comes down to) seven more times, and then be still playing baseball when the aroma of Thanksgiving turkey is practically in the air.
On that one, just follow the money.
But it seemed inappropriate not to at least observe publicly (as public as this blog is, at any rate) that the Chicago National League Ball Club of 2008 has accomplished what none of their predecessors managed to do for the previous 62 seasons--put up the best record in the National League.
Whatever happens next week (and I still remain fully optimistic), you can't take that one away.