I was so sick last night, I have a terrible viral sinus thing and I was laying in bed barely able to stay awake, but when that last out of the game happened, I jumped out of bed and spun around the room and stood in front of my TV pumping my fist. I watched history being made! And not just baseball history or sports history, but American history. People from all over America, people from other countries were watching. Cubs fans were losing their minds! Baseball fans were losing their minds!
Now some of you might not know the story of The Curse of the Billy Goat. So back in the 1940s there was this guy who owned this tavern, the Billy Goat Tavern. He went to Game 4 of the 1945 World Series with his Billygoat and they kicked him out of the stadium for it and he put a curse on the Chicago Cubs that day. It had already been like 40-ish years since they'd won the World Series and it would be another 70-some after that. Oh boy, did they try to reverse the curse, family members of the man tried to reverse the curse, they did rituals at the stadium to try to reverse the curse. People blamed that damn Billygoat...but now the curse has been broken! I saw an interesting thought on Tumblr that every awful thing that's happened this year has been the last remnants of that evil curse trying to pull itself up, trying to cast its magic over the Cubs, slowly destroying 2016, but here we are and they won and that curse is gone. I mean, just imagine what the world was like in 1908, just picture it, because that was the last time the Cubs won the series. Until now.
As exciting as it was watching the game - and oh boy, it was a nailbiter, they went into extra innings, exciting as all hell - but more exciting was watching the team celebrate, more exciting was watching the fans celebrate, was watching the streets in Chicago outside of Wrigley Field during that last out, was watching people pour out of the bars in Chicago, was watching Bill Murray cry in the stands in Cleveland because his team finally won. I went to sleep right after because I was so sick, but today I woke up and started scrolling the Internet watching videos and reading people's posts; people talking about their grandfathers who died before getting to see their beloved Cubs win, their whole lives waiting for it, people talking about their fathers taking them to their first games, people talking about their childhoods rooting and waiting and it finally coming to pass. I watched all these videos, I read these articles, I looked at these posts and I laid here in my bed and I cried. Because something I never thought I would see in my lifetime finally happened and the unity it has brought people, fans from Chicago, from others teams - I am a Detroit Tiger fan, but I cried and I cheered and I watched this game and I will remember this night for the rest of my life.
Now tell me that's not beautiful!
Congratulations to Chicago. Congratulations to the Cubs. And fuck that goddamn goat. 108 years in the making - history was fucking made.