August to December: They sucked and nobody cared.
OK, that may have been accurate, but my reader expects more than an Aaron Miles-like effort. I remain committed to doing my job as a blogger at least as well as Koyie Hill does his, so I'll just half-ass my way through the short version and wait for someone to give me $850,000 to do so:
The Cubs struggle on and start to lose at a horrific rate, practically guaranteeing a 100 loss season just two years removed from their 97 win high. Xavier Nady takes over at first base after Derrek Lee is traded and the world miraculously does not explode. Lou's mom gets sick (probably from watching her son's team try to play baseball), and he decides being a good son is more important than sticking around and having Yellon bitch that this is all his fault, and he leaves the team for good. The Cubs turn the managerial position over to Mike Quade, insisting that he is a real candidate for the permanent position next year. Everybody laughs. Quade stops putting Nyquil in the Gatorade dispenser and the team actually starts to win some games.