The title says it all: THE CHICAGO CUBS WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!
Yes I’m 1 week late with this post but I just had to share some of the wildness that happened last Wednesday when they won. The last time this happened was back in 1908. Yup, 108 years ago. More than a century. Do you realize just how much has gone down between then and now?!? Titanic, WWII, computers, the list is endless. It’s truly incredible.
Chicago is a champion city. The Blackhawks won the Stanley Cup in hockey in 2010, 2013, and 2015. The Bulls snagged the NBA Championship win for basketball in 1991, 1992, 1993, 1996, 1997, and 1998 (thank youuuu Michael Jordan). The Bears, sigh, they’re struggling in football these days but they won the Super Bowl back in 1985. Even the White Sox, Chicago’s (less loved? sorry) south side baseball team, most recently won the World Series in 2005. Only the Cubs were left chanting “maybe next year”…year after year after year, while hoping that the billy goat curse would be broken.
Despite living in New York, my sports loyalties are to Chicago. I’m not an avid sports fan but I do enjoy watching basketball and hockey. Football is a no-go for me though. I thought I hated baseball too until I actually jumped on the Cubs bandwagon during the National League Championship Series and quickly realized how much I enjoyed it! This is most likely because I played softball in junior high (and loved it), so I actually understood the game. Anyway, I grew up essentially hearing the yearly disappointment with the Cubs for as long as I could remember. This year was different though. They were good. Great actually.
(P.S. – sorry for the huge videos…I couldn’t figure out how to shrink them!)
They won the National League Pennant for the first time since 1945:
And moved on to the World Series! I’ve missed quite a few major sporting events in Chicago while living in NYC, but I immediately knew that this one was not to be missed. I bought a flight home to Chicago last weekend and hoped that I would experience history. I watched most games at home, but when the miracle happened and they won Game 5 and Game 6 (OMG Game 6 was insane), I knew my friends and I had to be in/near Wrigley Field to watch the final Game 7.
I have never in my life been more nervous during a sporting event. The Cubs scored a few home runs and the bar exploded each time. I just about died when the Indians tied us at the bottom of the 8th inning. And I basically hid in my hair/behind my hands the next two innings because the stress/anxiety was unbearable. The rain delay didn’t help either (although apparently it was exactly what the Cubs needed to recuperate as a team). That 10th inning though, and waiting for the third out with the score being 8-7…death. But IT HAPPENED.
Confetti flew from the ceiling, napkins were thrown around, the floors shook as people jumped up and screamed, water was sprayed around everywhere. It was epic.
We almost immediately ran out of the bar and set out jogging towards Wrigley Field (we were about half a mile away). Everyone else had the same idea.
We reached one of the main streets and were greeted with a celebratory mob of people. So much happiness!
Good thing the roads were closed!
The city was exploding with joy and celebratory screams. I’ve never seen anything like it!
We were right in the center of all the action, and I loved every crowded moment of it.
History was made. It happened. We did not suck. The curse was broken. And we were part of it all.
I feel so lucky to have been in Wrigleyville when it all happened.
How truly incredible. How beautiful!
I flew back to NYC the next morning and sadly had to miss the victory parade on Friday, which ended up attracting 5 million people and being the 7th largest gathering in human history!!! Cheers to the Cubs, I can’t wait to see them rock out next year!