When I was a kid, I grew up sitting in the hallway and listening to Cubs games on the giant metal radio my family had. Sometimes I listened to the games out in our garage with my dad but it's always something that's been a part of my life, just in varying degrees of prominence.

This summer I went to my very first Cubs game at Wrigley Field. The whole time, my dad was so excited that this was something we finally would get to do together. Unfortunately, it wasn't their best game and we lost. My dad kept saying that he wished I'd gotten to see a better game, but I was just happy to go.

Having grown up hearing my dad always say that he's given up on baseball, I just assumed that eventually the Cubs would lose enough games and that would be that.

Since I go to school out of state, my mom would always text me updates about games, since we don't get any of the local channels in Minnesota. The updates never stopped until one day I was out to eat with a bunch of friends. My eye caught the TV a little bit over just in time to see the Cubs win the final game of the playoffs.

As it happened, I got to go home for one of the World Series games. The whole car ride home my dad kept talking about how excited he was to get to watch the game with me there and how glad he actually was going to get to see this with me around. It was pretty sweet.

On October 28, my mom, dad, and I all sat down in front of the TV together. I relived my youth seeing Patrick Stump sing the National Anthem because he's been my celebrity crush since 6th grade. We got to see Bill Murray sing the 7th Inning Stretch.

While it might not have been the best game, and I was getting tired of hearing my dad yell, "Just get a base hit" over and over again, I wouldn't have traded it for the world. I was so happy to share an experience so close to home in my actual home with my parents.

Here's to really hoping that this is going to be the year!