It’s destiny for the Cubs to win

If you’re one of those people who really does believe in destiny, then you are certain the Chicago Cubs are going to win the World Series this year.

Oh, it’s more than the 108-year drought between world championships. Or even the ridiculous Curse of the Billy Goat invoked in 1945.

Or the endlessly discussed Steve Bartman interference play from 2003, which in reality, wasn’t the main reason for the Cubs were dumped by the Florida Marlins.

The lovable losers from the Midway are destined to win this title because they owe it to the late Ernie Banks.

“Mr. Cub,” as he was known in is his playing days in Chicago, epitomized the belief that everyone has a chance to win …. If they stick to it.

Ernie is the guy we all see around us. He’s the person stuck in a dead end job who still believes he’s up for the next promotion.

The guy who has been married several times and still believes in cupid. The person sitting in the bar day after day who believes they could have been a success in life if they had gotten just one break.

As an avid fan of the Milwaukee Braves when I was a kid, I got to learn about Ernie Banks. He was the guy who played for a perennially bad team and still managed to have one good season after another.

Heck, the guy won the National League MVP award for a last-place club. Not once, but twice.

When I had the chance to meet Banks at a large baseball card show in downstate Trenton some years ago, I jumped at the chance.

He was signing autographs that day, joining such other stars as Willie Mays of the Giants, Whitey Ford of the Yankees and Mickey Lolich of the Tigers.

When my time in line came up, I offered up a 1959 Topps card of his for a signature. Unlike some of the other stars on hand, he was outgoing and friendly.

When I told him that I once saw him play a game in Candlestick Park in San Francisco, he perked up even more.

“That was sure a tough place to play baseball in,” he said. “The wind there was brutal.”

Incidentally, he homered and doubled in that game, a Chicago loss.

We chatted for a while about little more than baseball, and it was like talking to your neighbor before the promoter of the show came up and suggested I move along in the line.

I’ve always remembered that day and I became a closet fan of the Cubs since because of it.

So, when the Cubbies win (and they are a better team than the Indians) the elusive title in the new few days, I’ll think back to that day.

There is such a thing as destiny.