Last night wasn't just a baseball game. It's been written before that the Cubs winning the World Series was the last great American sporting story of our lifetime. I believe that to be true. It's hard to put into words but it touched so many lives for the living and the dead. I haven't been able to wipe the smile off my face all day.
I listened to the radio today hearing so many great stories. One man watched the game in a lawn chair next to his father's grave in an Indiana cemetery. His father always wanted to watch the Cubs win it all with his son. Unfortunately, he didn't live long enough but his son never forgot his father on the night the Cubs won it all.
Another man in hospice care was given a few more hours to live. What does he do? He's down to single digits in the hours of life and he has his family with him to watch the World Series. He passed away at 3:47am today knowing that his Cubs were the World Champions.
It's hard for us die-hard Cub fans to put into words exactly what this means to us individually and as a collective Cub nation. The owner of the Cubs met his wife in the left field bleachers and he's not into this for the money. It's an experience I guess. A lot of ups and downs and more downs in our lifetime than the occasional good team.
It was a brilliant game with clutch hits, excellent base running, home runs and mistakes on both sides with a rain delay and it went into extra innings. One thing I'm certain that it was not. It wasn't merely just a game for us.