Chicago Cubs win the World Series for the first time since 1908
When all hope seemed lost after blowing a three run lead with two outs in the eighth inning, visions of 2003 and 1984 creeped back into the minds of Cubs fans everywhere.
But this team, this so very different version of the lovable losers we have come to know, fought back from a 3-1 series deficit to finally capture their first World Series title since 1908. It finally happened, 108 years of futility were finally erased on November 3rd, in Cleveland, Ohio. It's time to celebrate Chicago, next year is finally here.
It is hard to describe the emotions of a city that just had a 108 year weight lifted off their shoulders. Even for someone like myself, who makes a living off of describing things through words, has not found the right words from a journalistic standpoint. But here I am, but as a fan instead.
It was an odd feeling being over 4,000 miles away from home when the Cubs won. Instead of being with 100,000 of your closest friends in Wrigleyville, there I was in a small London flat at 5 AM. It was almost surreal being so disconnected from Chicago, as it almost seemed like it didn’t even happen.
Before cracking opened my celebratory beer, I thought about the people who are no longer with us. The ones, who did not quite make it to see the Cubs win the World Series.
Harry Caray, the Cubs legendary announcer known for his rendition of the seventh-inning stretch.
Ron Santo, the Cubs former third baseman and radio commentator who had a passion for the Cubs that was unrivaled.
Ernie Banks, aptly named Mr. Cub, played his entire 19 year career with the Cubs and a MLB hall of famer.
My grandfather, a Chicagoan through and through who passed away the day of the Bartman game back in 2003.
My grandma, whose true passion was with the Bears, but her Chicago fandom stretched much further than that.
My Nana, whose positivity and belief in the Cubs is only rivaled by my own mothers.
That’s when it hit. That is when the floodgates opened and 23 years of heartbreak and disappointment were all lifted. Crying on facetime with my mother who waited even longer than me, finally rewarded for her patience. Seeing my dad, who is never at a loss for words, absolutely speechless.
In that moment I was transported back to Chicago. To the city that made me, the city that never gives up. I may have been 4,000 miles away but I could not have been closer to my city and the millions of Cubs fans back home.
Every Cubs fan has a story, each of equal importance and significance. It is impossible to quantify how many lives this win has impacted. The suffering is over, and Cubs fans can sleep easy for the first time in a century. Soak it in Cubs fans, you deserve it for your patience.
Next year is finally here.