Existence is luck.
I’m no astrologomizer or anything, but I’m pretty sure if Earth was a couple two tree light years in either direction we’d either be frozen stiff or burnt to a crisp.
You think that sperm that beat all the other sperms to the egg to create each of our individual existences worked out twice a day, or knew a shortcut, or was somehow any different or better from all the other sperms? Of course not, it got lucky.
And hey, we’re all still alive. How much luck is involved in that? On a universal level one flying space rock could wipe it all out. On a global level all it takes is one megalomaniac, and lord knows there are plenty. On an individual level, how many times have we each personally dodged death? Did we only escape those precarious circumstances because of our skill and intellect, or did some amount of luck lend a helping hand in those crucial moments?
Of course luck similarly pervades baseball, it’s a feature, not a bug. Complaining about it on the internet demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding as to how the universe (and thus, baseball) naturally unfolds. I’d expect nothing less from a Cubs fan.