In the wee morning hours of 3 November 2016, the Chicago Cubs did it. After a century plus of lovably losing, the most rabidly “happy to be hear” fanbase in all of baseball finally got to fly the last W of a baseball season. Facebook posts of grandparents crying, fans roaming Addison in mindless glee, and young Cubs fans entering a world where “Billy Goat, Bartman, black cats” mean absolutely nothing. The long Northside Nightmare was over. But for every broken curse, another lives on. Sports is a dichotomous exercise and for every W there is an L. Sadly, the fans of the Cleveland Indians experienced something last night that they’ve become accustomed too over multiple generations: the despair of sports suffering.