At the top of the 10th inning, it was apparent I couldn't sit still anymore. My roommate laughed when I took a few laps around the room and stood at the back of our futon. The thing was, it was impossible for me to relax. There were knots in my shoulders the size of cantaloupes.

Two outs, one man on first. I was a wreck. Edwards Jr. threw the pitch, Cleveland hit it (I don't remember who it was and it doesn't matter). Bryant caught it, threw it to Rizzo on first, and the hitter was out.

The Cubs won the World Series.

Here's what I remember happening: I fell and did a little squeal. At some point, I stood back up and was tearing up and switched between saying, "Oh my god," and "I can't believe it!" It was ten to midnight and I was full of energy.

Even though I was in Minnesota, there was someone shooting off fireworks and it felt a little bit like being home.

My friend had to send a warning text that the RA was coming onto the third floor and I needed to stop screaming. I didn't think I was being that loud but the whole thing is kind of a blur in my head so I'm a little unreliable on that front.

Afterwards, I was glowing with pride, beaming so much my face started to hurt.

At one point during the game, my mom texted me and said my dad wanted to Skype. I told her after the game; I wanted my full attention on what was happening! But the game was over and I called my parents.

I've talked before about why the Cubs have a special place in my heart, and that baseball is one of my favorite sports, but words cannot express how amazing it was to know that this win meant so much to so many people. Stories popping up all of the internet of grandparents who'd waited their whole lives for this.

Sure, for me, it was seventeen days before my 21st birthday and I'd never seen the Cubs win a World Series, but there's a huge difference between 21 years, and 90-something years.

This was a win for all Cubs fans, whether they've watched every Cubs game, or if this final game of the World Series was their first.

Also, maybe since the Indians don't have a World Series reputation to keep up, they can change their horrendous name and mascot because really. Yikes.