It's been the rare season that one could say this, but it is a heady time to be a Cubs fans. After a bit of a mid-season slump, the Wrigley Field denizens have the best record in baseball at 75-43, a whopping +201 run differential (the Nationals are next at +139), they're 8-2 in their last ten, and are coasting to the division title with a 12.5 game lead on the Cardinals.It's all falling into place. Last night, in the second game of a doubleheader sweep over the Brewers, MVP candidate Anthony Rizzo made a catch for the ages. The first baseman climbed up on the ledge and snared a Keon Broxton foul ball at the last moment, the kind of snare that had Rizzo smiling at the sublimeness of his own fielding artistry. It's a once-a-season play that, depending on your half-empty/half-full view of the 2016 Cubs, can be seen as the anti-Bartman (as in Steve) or the pro-Bartman (as in a ballsy yellow dude straight-up doing whatever he wants, consequences be damned.) Look at this grab, aye carumba.So why then, Cubs faithful, in a season that has all the makings of exorcising the demon billy goat, the playoff error, the other playoff error, and the 108-year reality that your last World Series victory came two weeks after Henry Ford introduced the $850 Model T, would you be out here tempting fate in the bleachers?Look at what you're doing here guys. Getting the name of Cuban outfielder Jorge Soler wrong, holding up S-L-O-E-R is one thing, but you're asking for trouble, especially in the same game where Rizzo made an offering to the ghost of Harry Caray. Cubs win! Cubs win! But if you start messing around, get too deep into the Goose Island 312s, before you know it, you've accidentally spelled the Cubs' entire history for all the baseball gods to see:L-O-S-E-R.[Cut4]