For me, this is a hereditary mental disorder. It just runs in my family. Especially in the men. My grandfathers all had it. All of my Uncles have it, and my father has it. So, sadly, I inherited the gene as well. There was little hope for me, I guess. LOL. (Somehow I managed to give it my wife. Not sure how that works!)
My father was at the Bucky Dent game in '78. (I still have the ticket in my Baseball Card Album to proove it!) I came into it in '86, living in Connecticut, going to school with a bunch of Mets and Yankee fans. Yeah... Schiraldi, Stanley and Buckner (not to mention Johnny Mac) REALLY let me down that year. (In a one-minute time span I went from literally jumping with joy at the prospect of bragging rights, to utter depsair and dreading the ribbing I'd be getting the next day!) LOL.
DW and I had a bottle of Champagne for 2004, and I DID NOT, WOULD NOT, open it until Menkavich (not even going to try!) stepped on first and the ump called out. Even three games up, I wasn't going to risk it! Hey - WE just came back from 0-3, who's to say the Cards couldn't do it, just to spite us?
I'm just really glad about the current ownership and managment team though. They really know what they're doing and really want to win. FINALLY, for the first time since the 1910's, I really think the teams is really in good hands. (And YES, I'm including the Tom Yawkee era in that statement!)