It was ok, not great.
Waaaaay too much time spent on the Red Sox (who shouldn't have even been mentioned at all, except maybe to compare/contrast for 15 seconds). Cubs fans come off looking real bad, which is a shame. There should have been some time spent on the 1945 World Series. There should have been some time spent on the 1969 collapse (other than to say "The Miracle Mets won", now let's talk about the Red Sox some more).
It's real easy to judge the Cubs and their fans if you are not one, or if you hate them. Did Bartman himself blow the game? Of course not. Did he deserve to have beer thrown on him and be called ##### and receive death threats? Of course not. Are Cubs fans 99.999999% of the time that big of dooshes? I say no. You probably think differently if you hate the team and/or their fans. But unless you are a Cubs fan, and have been one your whole life, you really have no frame of reference what it's like. You have no idea what it feels like to have your team out of it by the end of June. You have no idea the pressure that builds upon the team and the fans on the unlikely event that they do make the postseason. You have no idea what it's like for not only you, but your father, and maybe even your grandfather never seeing them win it all. Are they really cursed? Tough to say. But bagging on the fans because the minute the Bartman incident happened, the air went out of the stadium.....well, once again, you have no frame of reference.
I will remember this event vividly my entire life. I'm one of those superstitious fans that believes I have to be focused and concentrating on the game for them to do well. I had just gotten out of grad school, and had an all-day interview at a college (that I didn't really want to work at) on the day of Game 6. The beginning part of my day was all interviews. Did perfectly fine. Then I had to go to my hotel room for the middle part of the day, before coming back to campus to speak to a large group of students. While I was in my room, everything was fine. I had my lucky jersey on, all that superstitious stuff. End of the 7th, and I have to be back on campus. I get there a little early, and am in the student lounge watching. Then, the Bartman incident happened. Then, the Alex Gonzalez incident (which did affect the game as well, of course). Then the floodgates opened. Then I had to go speak to that large group of students. I was in a weird mix of trying not to cry and trying not to throw up at the same time. Needless to say, I didn't get the job.
As mentioned on the show, I knew it was over as soon as it happened. Should the Cubs have been able to move on and close out the game and the series? Yes. But when you're conditioned to think of yourselves as "The Lovable Losers", the sense of "Oh no. There it goes" was immediate. I tried to be positive about Game 7, but I knew they were going to lose it. I sat in the bathtub drinking Scotch for about two hours after that. I'm 37 years old, so I've really only had them break my heart twice (1984 and 2003), but I've already had enough for one lifetime. As Wrigley mentioned, being a Cubs fan is an exercise in pain.
So, if you hate the Cubs and/or their fans, that's fine, but the truth of the matter is is that you have no frame of reference, and you have no idea what it's like. Bottom line: Did Bartman lose the game, and did he deserve the treatment he received? Not at all. Was it the turning point that caused the collapse? Definitely. Should there have been more about the Cubs over the years and the reason why the team and the fans were/are under so much pressure, and less about the Red Sox and preachers saying "3 to oh"? Absoultely.
Haters feel free to flame away.