All of Chicago stayed awake till the small hours of the morning last night, nail-biting, rocking back and forth on seats and couches and stadium chairs, shivering in the cold outside of Wrigley Field, being hurled from the heights of delight to the depths of woe, watching pitch after agonizing pitch of one of the closest and most torturous games that’s been in the World Series. Ever (there are likely statistics to refine or contest the truth of this statement, but if you don’t believe me, just ask anyone who saw the game).
And after all the tension, and drama, and a 17 minute rain delay that gave everyone (by which I mean the Cubs) time to refocus and regroup, and an extra inning that turned plenty of heads gray, the Cubs won.
Chicago went wild.
History in the making, and that is all I have to say about that.