On November 2, 2016, the Chicago Cubs won the world series after 108 years. We are literally living in a historical moment right now. In another 108 years, our great grandchildren will be talking and hearing about the 108 cold streak the Cubs went through from 1908- 2016. Chicago has felt like a non-stop rave since the Cubs even entered the World Series earlier last month. I spent 20 minutes at the parade Friday afternoon with a few friends and decided thats something I will never be attending again. Living in Chicago my entire life, I feel like I have an obligation to be at every Cubs event after the win (but you know, people, crowds, not good for anxiety so, no thank you).
Living in Chicago these past few weeks has been a little too insane for me. Everyone and their mother have been talking about the World Series as if they've been around since the last time the Cubs won the World Series. These people have literally been coming out of thin air. I always felt left out of these conversations because I could care less for baseball. All I know about baseball is from my younger brother when he is trying his hardest to explain the game to me.
By some crazy coincidence, I was awake during the end of game 7. I was trying to cook and ended up burning half my hand (long story short, thats the last time I'm making something other than a grilled cheese). To distract myself from my blistering hand, I turned on the TV and the game was on. The score was 5-0 and I was actually intrigued. I taught myself enough in a few innings to understand the game. I quickly lost interest when Cleveland began to catch up. I zoned out and began scrolling through Tumblr where no one cares about baseball, let alone any sport. Before I knew it, a commentator on TV was shouting something along the lines of "The Cubs won The World Series! The Cubs won the World Series!" There were people outside my apartment going crazy with fireworks. My neighborhood has been celebrating non-stop since Wednesday night/Thursday morning. Thousands (maybe even millions) of dollars have been spent on alcohol and champagne probably in Chicago alone. On the TV, everyone was talking about some guy and his goat that cursed the Cubs, not allowing them to win a World Series for so long. The team was jumping around and crying. If I knew watching baseball meant seeing grown men would cry, I would have started watching a long time ago.
In 1908, 108 years ago, Babe Ruth was 13 years old. Al Capone was 9 years old. My great grandmother was not even born yet. World War 2 didn't start until 31 years later. Women still were not allowed to vote. And here we are, 2016 and we have a woman running for president. Imagine telling someone that in 1908.
Here are a few things that have happened since 1908, some of them are pretty mind blowing. George Burns, an actor and comedian, celebrated his 10th birthday and 100th birthday. Haley's Comet passed around Earth, twice. Harry Caray, an American sportscaster, was born and also died. Bell bottom pants were in style, went out of style and came back. This one seriously makes me question the time continuum itself; the famous ship, The Titanic, was built, went to sea, sank, was found and became a movie.
Congratulations to the Cubs, after 108 years, the city and the team definitely deserve it. It was a wonderful experience to watch them win and I hope it happens again during my life time.
