Which is an appropriate description if any. Cubs coasted through the regular season, defeating all comers and seemingly walking their way through the multitude of teams that faced them. A high powered offense, combined with exceptional pitching allowed the Cubs to be in every game, 3-2 or 8-0.
Then comes the playoffs and once again the Cubs coasted. But it doesn't work like that in the postseason. You need to strike early, and continue to add on, and scratch and claw your way to victory. Most of the Cubs seemed to think the World Series would just happen to them. And that is where they failed.
Or they just choked it like a hooker holding back some cash from "daddy". THat's possbile too. Maybe they couldn't stand up to the pressure. Maybe they got crushed under 100 years of hopelessness. Maybe they weren't expecting the Dodgers to put up much of a fight. They're from the NL West for crying out loud. The only reason they were there was because SOMEBODY had to come from there. Whatever.
It was a failure of monumental proportions. And it was unacceptable. This was a team that jogged through 25 miles and 5270 feet and tripped on their shoelaces at the finish line.
Whatever you want to call it, it was the grand poobah of suckiness and failure.
And Rickie Weeks is still playing in the postseason.