It happened. Last night (or actually very early this morning) it happened. And it still hasn’t remotely sunk in yet. But maybe, just maybe, if I type it out, it will seem completely real…
The Chicago Cubs won the World Series.
Okay, maybe just once more…
My beloved Chicago Cubs won the World Series.
Ahh…it’s starting to seem real already.
No one one ever said being a Cubs fan was going to be easy. Actually, those of us who have passionately cheered for them over the years have found it incredibly easy to tell everyone around us just how very hard it is. We’ve shared our expectations of collapse, of ill-timed strikeouts, of booted ground balls and pitching changes that happened either too soon or not soon enough. We’ve all shared stories of exactly where we were when that proverbial rug was torn out from under us in each and every one of the years past. And we swear that none of it ever took us by surprise because we knew it would happen all along.
So when Jon Lester threw a wild pitch into the dirt that bounced directly off of David Ross’ face, and when Ross stood up, only to trip over his own feet and fall over as two runs came in, that wasn’t shock in our voices. It was a collective of choice words that all translated into “Here we go again”.
And when Aroldis Chapman gave up that game tying home run that screamed low and fierce over the left field wall, all of us screamed out words that meant “Yep, I knew that was going to happen” (even if I need to apologize for being a slight bit more colorful with my word choice than that in the heat of the moment). We’ve been there before.
But this year…?
Maybe there was some hope that remained. Maybe there was some belief that it wasn’t actually over yet and that this year could still be different. That maybe it would just be another story about how hard they made it in the end and how much they put us through one more time before coming through in the big moment. Like we all knew they would this time. Sure… I’d like to believe in that.
Land you know what? I kept watching. The game went on with me absorbed, Schwarber to Almora Jr. to a run, then another then giving back one in the bottom half of the inning before… It ended. And the Cubs had won. And I had no idea what to do. How do you celebrate something you’ve been wanting for years but you never planned for?
So here I sit, basking in the glow of a moment that will stick with me forever, typing and eating left over Halloween candy, and feeling a little like something has changed in the world. Maybe nothing all that much has actually changed, or maybe all of it is only in my mind, but it does feel like a whole new day.
It’s like there’s just a little more promise hovering in the air. A little more hope dancing around making it easier to believe in those parts of life that have stayed just a little out of reach for too long. And my lips are pulled up into the start of a smile through each moment of the day thinking of possibilities It’s sappy, sure. And it’s probably me being a bit of a hopeless romantic. That too. I’ve been called that before. But not everything we experience is completely quantifiable. What fun would that be?
Sometimes it’s just about enjoying what life might have out there for us and believing that someday isn’t as far away as it can feel on certain days. That’s what I’ve learned as I try to wrap my head around it all today. Sometimes the Cubs are more than the Cubs.
So how ’bout them Cubs?