Cubs vs. Red Sox in the World Series makes perfect sense

It might seem like the world is all chaos, that order or symmetry or neat packages don’t exist. But some things do make perfect sense. I’m thinking specifically of Newton’s laws of motion. And beer.

Also, a Cubs-Red Sox World Series.

It’s the only right, logical thing. For the Cubs to overcome all of their history and demons, facing the Red Sox would seem to be required mountain climbing. The Cubs are basically Boston West. Team chairman Tom Ricketts hired away Theo Epstein, who had had a big hand in ending the Red Sox’ World Series drought in 2004. Granted, winning that franchise’s first title in 86 years is amateur hour compared with the Cubs’ 107-year drought, but you get the idea. Ricketts hired Epstein as president to do what hasn’t been done on the North Side since Al Capone was in the third grade.

Epstein’s first huge signing, the signing that announced it was finally time to win, was former Boston pitcher Jon Lester in 2014. Another ex-Red Sox, John Lackey, would arrive a year later.

When Ricketts wanted to renovate rickety Wrigley Field, he looked at how the Red Sox redid Fenway Park and pretty much copied everything, right down to the large video board. The Cubs-Red Sox connection looks a little like the “special relationship’’ between the United States and the United Kingdom, with similar amounts of trust and suspicion. If Ricketts now says things like, “I pahked my cah at the yahd today,’’ nobody would be surprised.

And, if you believe in such things, both teams have dealt with curses. In 1920, Boston sold Babe Ruth to the Yankees, who went on to win 27 World Series. The Red Sox didn’t win another one until 2004. Hence, the Curse of the Bambino. The Cubs have the Billy Goat Curse, which purportedly started in 1945 when bar owner Billy Sianis, upset that team officials had asked that he and his smelly goat leave Wrigley Field, either declared that the franchise would never win a World Series game at Wrigley or that it would never play in the World Series again.

As you can see, the cosmos cries out for this matchup. The best team in the National League against arguably the best team in the American League. And, if we are to believe the Cubs’ overworked schmaltz machine, David Ross’ farewell vs. David Ortiz’s farewell.

Talking about a Cubs-Red Sox World Series might strike many as premature, if not dangerous, fate-wise, but come on, what’s a more powerful force: the Cubs’ 102 victories so far this season or the 107 seasons since they last won a World Series? OK, forget I mentioned that.

The club’s success the past two seasons has put a strut in the step of Cubs fans who previously had tiptoed around the subject of winning a title. People who probably should know better are talking about not being satisfied with just one championship. They see a dynasty in the making. If you’re going to accomplish that, you should have to beat your mentor. That’s the plot of about 1,000 movies.

The playoffs don’t start until next week, and the Cubs don’t yet know the identity of their first opponent. I’ve already written that the N.L. Division Series opponent that would freak them out the most, if they’re capable of being freaked out, would be their archrivals, the Cardinals. If this were epic poetry, the Cards would be another logical barrier that would need to be hurdled.

If you have a sense of humor, you might favor a Cubs-Indians World Series, given that Cleveland hasn’t won a championship since 1948. There would be the inevitable jokes about a Game 7 between the two teams going into extra-innings infinity, like pi. But Cubs-Red Sox would be better and more harmonious for the universe.

This just makes too much sense.

Hearty people, Bostonians, just like us. Down to earth, but more than a little parochial, just like us. Same kind of fall weather. Same long association with baseball. People and history would be dressed in layers.

The best hitting team in the game, the Red Sox, against the best pitching team, the Cubs.

There are lots of other steps that need to be taken before either team can get to the World Series. And maybe it is indeed tweaking fate’s nose to skip right to the championship round, especially when it involves a team that hasn’t won a title since 1908 and hasn’t played for one since 1945.

But it seems so right, so obvious that I’d like to think that fate wants to see this too. Fate certainly has shown a lot of interest in the Cubs over the years. An inordinate amount of interest.