One hundred and eight years. You did it, Chicago! You ended the longest drought in professional sports history by taking the win after one hell of a fight. Both sides pushed through every existing emotion for what felt like the longest few hours of our lives, and you came out on top.

All goat jokes aside, I truly am happy for the city of Chicago, and anyone who is/has been a dedicated Cubs fan. Coming from a "Clevelander," I know all too well what it feels like to be on the edge of your seat at the tail end of a season, hoping and praying with a nervous lump in your throat that your team will pull through.

But I'm also lucky enough to know what if feels like to win. That immediate, uncontrollable high after the final play when nothing else matters except the tears of joy and the melting sensation of every fiber of your being. It's truly unforgettable.

The longer you had to wait, the more it means to you.

It didn't take long for people to have their panties in a bunch over whether or not our 3-1 loss is comparable to Golden State's, or any other aspect of Cleveland's sports history. As a dedicated Cleveland sports fan who has never rooted so whole-heartedly for any other city, I can take a joke.

However, people who are genuinely angry over Cleveland's Series loss are failing to realize what it means to be a true fan. Our team worked it's ass off to even make it to Game 1, let alone Game 7. The same goes for any other team in any other sport who makes it to the finals. You can't achieve success unless you work for it, some way, somehow.

But in the long run, no matter how much effort you put into it, it all boils down to the way you carry yourself. True sportsmanship means a team and it's fans stay classy through thick and thin. They don't make their opponents feel bad about their performances. They keep their heads up and maintain pride in themselves, win or lose.

I'm proud of my city, and I'm proud of my team.

Despite the friendly rivalry (and a number of times I swore at my TV), I have a lot of respect for the Cubs and their fan base. I'm impressed, not just with how they played, but with their character as well. Both teams handled the whole Series with such commendable humility and respect.

I cried as much as any other Indians fan, but the elderly Cubs supporters alone were enough to put me over the edge with emotion. A well-deserved win for a classy team- certainly one for the books.

So, enjoy that parade, Chicago! Flood the streets, fly your flags, make new friends, and soak it all in because this is a feeling you will never forget.

Congratulations from the bottom of my heavy heart -- hopefully, we'll see you next year!