CUBS WIN. CUBS WIN.
HOLY COW
I kept track of the Series, but I only watched Game 7 to minimize stress. hahahahaha nice try self. But what a game! Probably my favorite game of baseball ever: good playing, baffling management decisions (I really don't think the Cubs would have won without those deliberate walks Cleveland did, for instance, but they had some baffling moments of their own), Cleveland comeback, Cubs comeback, rain delay, nail-biting last out...phew. No wonder I started weeping the minute the Cubs won. Not like I wouldn't have done that anyway, but. I took video of me during the last out, and it could be the visual definition of "ugly crying".
I'm sure that long-time sports fans get it, but my parents were Cubs fans before I was alive, and I turned thirty this year. The last time the Cubs won a World Series was seventy-eight years before I was born. "Maybe next year" were probably some of the first words I could ever say. I remember Ryne Sandberg and Harry Caray and Sammy Sosa and season after season after season of June Swoon or later losses. I've never been to Chicago or Wrigley or spring training - I only had one chance to even see them play in-person, and I couldn't do it because of health reasons - but this is part of the fabric of my life. And I got to watch them win, while wearing a shirt celebrating them winning the pennant (which they hadn't done since the forties).
Now I need to adjust to a world where the Cubs have won in my lifetime. That's a hard thing to grasp. Worth it, though.
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I kept track of the Series, but I only watched Game 7 to minimize stress. hahahahaha nice try self. But what a game! Probably my favorite game of baseball ever: good playing, baffling management decisions (I really don't think the Cubs would have won without those deliberate walks Cleveland did, for instance, but they had some baffling moments of their own), Cleveland comeback, Cubs comeback, rain delay, nail-biting last out...phew. No wonder I started weeping the minute the Cubs won. Not like I wouldn't have done that anyway, but. I took video of me during the last out, and it could be the visual definition of "ugly crying".
I'm sure that long-time sports fans get it, but my parents were Cubs fans before I was alive, and I turned thirty this year. The last time the Cubs won a World Series was seventy-eight years before I was born. "Maybe next year" were probably some of the first words I could ever say. I remember Ryne Sandberg and Harry Caray and Sammy Sosa and season after season after season of June Swoon or later losses. I've never been to Chicago or Wrigley or spring training - I only had one chance to even see them play in-person, and I couldn't do it because of health reasons - but this is part of the fabric of my life. And I got to watch them win, while wearing a shirt celebrating them winning the pennant (which they hadn't done since the forties).
Now I need to adjust to a world where the Cubs have won in my lifetime. That's a hard thing to grasp. Worth it, though.
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