“After 108 years of waiting, the Cubs won the 2016 World Series with a wild 8-7, 10-inning Game 7 victory over the Indians on Wednesday night at Progressive Field. The triumph completed their climb back from a 3-1 Series deficit to claim their first championship since 1908. A roller-coaster of emotions spilled out in a game that lasted almost five hours, featuring some wacky plays, a blown four-run lead, a 17-minute rain delay and some 10th inning heroics that sealed the deal.”
FINALLY! The @Cubs are WORLD SERIES CHAMPS!
— FOX Sports: MLB (@MLBONFOX) November 3, 2016
Life changed in the early part of Thursday morning for a so many of the good people of Chicago, for the north side and all the way downstate, across huge swaths of the Midwest and even, judging by the din, from more than a few transplants and travelers right here. It took a rain delay, a stark reminder of just how disastrous baseball life has been there for so long, an impromptu and emotional meeting, and nothing short of one of the most thrilling baseball games ever played. But it changed.
Now, in the lives even of Chicago Cubs fans who are more than a century old, there is a clear and distinct dividing line. There are the days and years and decades before 12:47 a.m. Wednesday. And there is the unfamiliar feeling — the absolutely delirious feeling — of whatever life is like now.
Take this in, Chicago. Read it twice if need be. Hold it, cradle it, caress it, cherish it. The Cubs won the World Series.
Born and raised Chicagoan Hillary Clinton was watching:
“HRC stuck around to watch the end of the game at Arizona State, backstage after the event, on an iPad tethered to an aide’s phone live-streaming via Slingbox. Her staff, including super-Cubs-fan and fellow Chicago-area native Connolly Keigher [PLAYBOOK NOTE: the pride of Manteno] paced around nervously as the game went into the bottom of the tenth. When the third out came, Connolly flew the W via a flag she had in her purse just for the occasion. She and HRC held it up in celebration. Woo!”