Fly the W!

Nov. 3rd, 2016 09:52 am
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So, the impossible indeed happened.  The Chicago Cubs won the friggen World Series.

HOLY COW.

I was such a wreck last night, and I have never been more thankful to be on the West Coast.  I mean, if I had stayed up till nearly 1 AM for this ball game last night?  As it was, I was trying to cook dinner and keep up with the game and not burn my freaking meatballs.  My husband kept giving me updates, keeping the hope alive.

Then, my younger child wanted chocolate and I leave the house for TEN MINUTES to go to 7-11 and come home to find out the mother-loving Indians had tied the score.  GAH.

When it hit 9 PM and the rain delay got called, I gave up. I went to bed.  Rather, I went upstairs to pace with the cat because I knew I couldn’t sleep.  My husband came to get me not long after saying, “Bases loaded, Cubbies up by 2.”

So, I went back downstairs and proceeded to make my husband a nervous wreck.  What? I shouldn’t have to suffer alone, should I?

But my god, the stress that game caused me last night.  I think I told my husband I was going to start drinking about five times.  But when it finally happened, when that last out was made, I was so shocked, so amazed, so excited.  I felt on the verge of tears, I was so happy, and I held it together until that very first commercial after… the one with the little boy playing ball in the field by himself.  When I heard Harry Caray’s voice yelling, “CUBS WIN!  HOLY COW!” I lost it.  Big friggen crocodile tears and everything.  All accompanied by the sound of my husband’s laughter.

What he doesn’t get is that this is more than a game to me.  It’s my childhood.  Spending summers with my grandfather – god, I wish he was still alive to see this – and my uncle who lived next door.  Remembering the good games, the amazing games, the thrashings we took.  Hearing my grandfather sigh and say, “There goes your old ballgame”.  Harry singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” and later, watching Bill Murray stand in for Harry after his stroke.

I cried for my Cubbies, for my grandfather, for Harry, and for my childhood dream that I thought never would happen.

God, I’m such a sap.

Over the years, I’ve taken so much crap for being a Cubs fan.  People don’t get how you can support a losing team.  They also don’t get that it’s easy to be a fan of a team that always wins, goes to the playoffs more often than they don’t.  S, when asked, I just shrug and say, “It’s a character builder” and leave it at that.  And to be honest, all those years of ‘wait ‘till next year’, I learned to be an eternal optimist.  To quote my uncle, “We Cubs fans take it on the chin.”

Anyway… WE DID IT!

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And one last thing… my BFF and I in the summer of 1988.  My stepfather took this picture of us in the backyard of his house in Humble, TX.  We went to the mall that day and two young men walked passed and said, “Oh look, Cubs fans.”  Always.

CubsFans

I'll let you guess which one is me... hah.

Date: 2016-11-03 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skyesurfer12.livejournal.com
Hell, that makes *me* tear up. Bravo. I get it, I get exactly how you feel when a team is such an important part of your childhood, your life, the things you remember your grandfather say (or in my case, my father) and how it can all come crashing in in the very best way.

(Let me guess - you're the nerdy one? Heh ;) Cute.

Date: 2016-11-03 06:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com
Wow, I did good if I made you tear up. :D

Exactly that right there. And although I lost my grandfather a few years ago, I'm still not over it. He would have been over the moon last night.

(LOL I'm the *tall* brunette... my friend is only 4' 9")

Date: 2016-11-03 06:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] thtwzjustadream.livejournal.com
I so get what you're talking about. Baseball was hugely important to me from the late seventies right until just a few years ago, when it (to my own sadness) kind of lost my heart. But all those years - I did my share of crying and angsting. I had lucky charms I had to have nearby for games. I jumped up and down and screamed in the stands so much that I'd go to work the day after a Yankees game with almost no voice, lol.....

Yeah. You either get it, or you don't, lol....

I'm so glad for Cubs fans - not only is it something that whole generations have dreamed of, but they won with an *amazing* series and a final game it would be fair to call legendary. No one really wants their team to win it 10-1, do they? Nope. Bottom of the tenth, up by one, an opponent on base and two out - that's the sweetest win of all! :)

Date: 2016-11-03 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com
YES! That's it right there. And although I've not managed to make it to Wrigley yet, I did manage two Cubs games at the Astrodome when I lived in Texas and that was epic enough at the time. It's so easy to get swept up in the excitement.

Exactly. Now, if we were talking tennis, he'd totally understand. :)

It was an amazing game. I mean, when my 16-year-old daughter is coming downstairs to update us on the score, you know it's gotten into her blood. And she HATES sports. Well, no, but not blowing a 5 run lead would be nice. Hah. But, that's the Cubs for you. They've been perfecting that play since I was 8. But yes, you cannot dream of a more victorious win than that one.

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