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I was visiting an old college roommate in Chicago during the 2003 NLCS. On the night of the infamous "Steve Bartman incident" I remember it feeling like half the city had just been punched in the stomach. The World Series, which was all but a lock during the seventh inning stretch was already slipping away, but pretty much everyone around knew the Cubs were going to lose the series by the end of that dreadful eighth inning. That familiar feeling was back this year, but much earlier. I didn't even bother watching after game one. I had a feeling the sweep was on.