I won't be writing a lot of background about the Chicago Cubs' long wait for a World Series win - just about everybody knows about it. But unless you were born here or have lived here for a while, you just really don't know how big a deal this is.
I grew up watching the Los Angeles Dodgers face off against the New York Yankees untold number of times. We lost some, we won some. But we always knew we were good and would have at it again.
Then I married a Cub fan in California and moved to the North Shore area of Chicago in 1987. That's when I saw firsthand the despondency and utter despair that being a Cubs fan meant. There were several times that it might have, could have, happened (1984, 1989, 2003, 2015) but didn't.
The Cubs have not been to the World Series since 1908 - the longest draught in American sports history.
But it all changed last night when they won against the very talented Cleveland Indians who've had their own drought going for a while.
Some may think it's a waste of time to spend so much time on sports and fretting over wins and losses. There are people that have no idea who was playing the series, perhaps that there even was one. That's fine with me - but they were decidedly in the minority. And I think even they took a peek at the score occasionally. . .
For one glorious night in Cleveland, everyone was a sports fan. The agony and ecstacy of the game could be seen on fans of both teams as the score bandied back and forth at the end. American baseball - American sports - it's what we do well.
And as I tried to fall asleep last night. all around me in the sleepy suburb of Winnetka, IL, all I could hear were fireworks (lots of fireworks,) horns beeping, people yelling, and complete and utter joy.
Congratulations to the Chicago Cubs - well done!