Keep on truckin'.One-hundred fifty six games are in the books, and not only are the Cubs still alive, they are standing atop the division with a size 12 cleat on the throats of the Milwaukee Brewers.

So we’re confident and comfortable and ready to roll into the playoffs with them, right?

What, did we just meet? Of course we aren’t. These are the Cubs. This is a franchise that’s played six games with a magic number of one to get to the World Series (since 1984) and lost them all.

If you can blow that…twice…you can certainly blow a 3.5 game lead with six to play. Hell, that’s easy. These are the Cubs. They are professionals when it comes to kicking their fanbase right in the newts.

So why fight it? Why pretend to be confident? Let’s embrace our fears. Because you and I both know that it’s still very likely they’re going to win this thing, and if they do we’ll be just as happy as the dopes who are acting like it’s in the bag.

Besides, look at who shares their false bravado. It’s the king of false bravado.

Who cares what that mascara wearing fairy thinks? The way the Cubs have played since the day they humiliated the Cardinals in the one-day homestand, there’s reason for confidence. They’re playing like the best team in the National League. And they’ve regained the honor of having the best record in the NL since June 1. They remind you more than a little of a team that played bad early, got hot and kept on trucking (much to our dismay) through the playoffs a few years back.

They make you re-think everything we think we know about the Cubs. First off, what the hell is with having a manager who will make lineup changes whenever he feels like it?

Lou Piniella decides (rightly so) that in the final weekend of the schedule that the best catcher on his roster is a rookie who’s barely spent a month in the big leagues. So he throws him in the lineup for an entire series. That’s crazy! Dusty Baker and Jim Riggleman must be rolling over in the graves that they entombed their careers in.

On Friday, it’s ludicrously windy and he starts a right handed stiff in center, but the Cubs start scoring and drive the opposition’s lefty starter out of the game, so Lou takes the stiff out in the fifth inning. Huh? Somebody wake Don Baylor. This is not right.

How about a team taking advantage of the fact that from September 7 through the end of the season they wouldn’t face a team with a winning record, by going 12-4, so far. Someone please get a hold of LaTroy, Moises and Neifi. And Dempster, we know where that dumbass is.

How about this for similarity? The worst week of my life as a Cubs’ fan (I don’t mean moment, I mean prolonged agony of a full week) started on the second to last Saturday of the season on September 25, 2004. The night before, the Cubs had come back to win an exciting game 2-1 in the tenth on a Derrek Lee RBI single. But on Saturday, the Cubs were an out away from a win over the Mets only to have Victor Fucking Diaz hit a homer to tie the game. Then, the Cubs had runners in scoring position in the next two innings and couldn’t score them. Some dope named Craig Brazell (who’s probably selling insurance in Cedar Falls now) homered to win the game. The next day, the Cubs lost another one in heartbreaking fashion and turned an otherwise great road trip (they’d gone 8-2 before the two crotch kicks) into a death march.

When the Brewers came back to beat Tim Hudson on Friday night, the sphincters of Cubs’ fans everywhere tightened. Then, on the second to last Saturday of the season, the Brewers were getting no-hit in the sixth when JJ Hardy hit a two run homer to tie the game and Corey Hart homered to give them a lead in extra innings. Then, with two outs, Scott Thorman (yes, THE Scott Thorman) played Victor Diaz and hit a 10th inning homer to tie the game. After the Brewers left the bases loaded, Mark Teixieria got to be Craig Brazell. (Much better to get beaten by Mark Teixieria than Craig Brazell.

Yesterday, they looked like they were going to win a game pitched by Chris Capuano for the first time in 21 attempts (did you know they won the first seven times he pitched?) but blew a 4-1 lead in the seventh. That turned what looked like it could have been a 6-1 road trip (they coughed up an extra inning game in Houston, too) into a 3-4 trip. Oops.

In 2004, the Cubs limped home and won the first game of their final, six game homestand, and were actually a game ahead of the Astros with six to play. They wouldn’t win again until the final day of the year, losing twice in extra innings and three one run decisions.

The Brewers can take discomfort in some comparisons.

In 2003, the Florida Marlins were in last place in the NL East on June 1, at 26-32. They’d finish the season by going 65-39 to win the Wild Card.

In 2004, the Houston Astros were seven games behind the Cubs on August 14 at 56-60. While the Cubs went a half-assed 26-20 to finish the season, the Astros went 36-10 and won the Wild Card.

This year, the Cubs trailed the Brewers by seven and a half games on June 2. The day before that the Cubs’ starting pitcher punched out his catcher (several times), that day the manager went batshit crazy and tried to bury the third base umpire’s feet during a loss to the Braves.

Since that time the Cubs have gone 61-42, the best record in the National League. The Brewers have gone 48-51.

The numbers in the final week look good for the Cubs. As long as the total number of Cubs wins and Brewers losses equal four, the Cubs are going to the playoffs. If the Cubs go 4-2 it doesn’t matter what the Brewers do. If the Cubs go 3-3 the Astros have to go 7-0 to end the season. If the Cubs go 2-4 they have to go 6-1, 1-5 means 5-2, even 0-6 means the Brewers have to play over .500 to tie it up.

But first, the Cubs have to go back to Dolphin Stadium, the site of their fourth failed chance to advance to a World Series since 1984, and the site in 2001 when Preston Wilson put the final nail in the Cubs coffin with a homer off Flash Gordon that is still traveling south.

The Cubs’ nemesis, the St. Louis Cardinals are in Milwaukee for three starting tonight. It might be the first time in recorded history that the Cubs root for the Cardinals to do anything other than drown in their own vomit.

But the Cardinals are pulling out all the stops. They’re starting their ace, the guy who would have recorded the final out in the 2006 World Series had such an event taken place. Tomorrow they send out Braden Looper and the closest thing they have to a third starter, Joe L. Piniero. Even Albert Pujols is available to pinch hit, despite the fact that his osteoporosis is flaring up again.

What can go wrong?