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1959

The great thing about baseball -okay, one of the many great things about baseball- is that the suffering of its fans becomes so epic, so biblical or Ramayanical or whatever might suit you. Somewhere, some South Side Moses and the rest of his generation has passed away in the wilderness and now the next gen of Joshuas can come once again into the promised land of the World Series.

Anyway, congratulations Chicago, Daddy Comiskey must be smiling somewhere.