Dear Chicago Cubs,

I have been your fan for longer than I can remember. When I was little, my dad told me that I was going to be a Cubs fan, which seemed like a no-brainer to me. I have been going to your games since I was little. You helped me discover a love for America's favorite pastime. I always loved to arrive early to your games to attend batting practice and was thrilled when a ball was tossed to me in the stands.

I love the thrill of walking in Wrigley Stadium. The manual scoreboard, the iconic ivy, the vendors yelling "hot dogs" or "peanuts" as they weave through the throngs of people. I love the thrill of the organ, the singing of the National Anthem and the anticipation of the first pitch.

There are few sounds that are more exhilarating than the entire crowd screaming "Go Cubs Go" at the top of our lungs after a win. In these moments, I could not be prouder to be a Cubs fan.

But the losses don't make me love you any less. I am still proud of you. You are out there playing the game you love and that is what matters. All my life, I've been told that you are terrible and I shouldn't continue supporting you. Every year some know-it-all reminds me of how many years its been since you've won the World Series.

This year we came so close to the World Series. Closer than we've come in a long time. You had an incredible season. Sure, it ended sooner than I would have hoped, but you made it farther than anyone would have predicted. You defied the haters who said you were a terrible team. You had me on the edge of my seat as you fought valiantly against the Mets.

Unfortunately "Back To The Future" was a year off. Next year will be our year. To all the haters out there who make fun of me for wearing my Cubs jersey, just you watch. You won't be laughing next year as the Chicago Cubs celebrate the sweetest victory since 1908.

Until then,

Your Loyal Fan