All that's left is to play the games, which is the inconvenient part of being the Chicago Cubs, who are a mere seven months from finding out if everybody was right about them, then if they were right about themselves. The world we live in offers a banner-raising in Kansas City one night and the Cubs testing their championship aspirations the next, which is the heavens' way of saying, "Settle down there, champ, we'll all find out together." The Cubs, should it come to that, will be lowered to admitting no one didn't believe in them, they having steered a bandwagon with the capacity of a fleet of Joe Maddon's RVs.