Congrats to the Chicago Cubs, from a Dodgers Fan
The LMBF Civil War ended last night in bloody fashion, as the best regular-season pitcher of this generation failed to change his postseason narrative yet again. The Game 6 loss doesn’t fall squarely on Clayton Kershaw’s shoulders, however, as sloppy defense and baserunning and a lack of offensive production culminated in one of Los Angeles’ worst games of the season at the most inopportune of times. And just like that, my ticket to Game 4 of the World Series in L.A. was swiftly refunded…
The Cubs have returned to the Fall Classic for the first time in 71 years, which is a greater length of time than the ages of Peter, Brian, and me combined. Brian and I were fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to be in Wrigley last night for the game, where the post-game scene of the North Side neighborhood was the stuff of fairy tales. While my mood was Dodger blue, I was amazed to witness a Cubs fan climb a street light, only to release himself into a perfectly-executed trust fall into the arms of his ecstatic brethren fifteen feet below him. In a season where everything seems to go right, maybe this really is the Cubs’ year.
Brian’s superstitious ways keep him from writing about his team while they’re still in the postseason, so once again, I’m on call to write through the pain. I’ll admit, I refused to write any Civil War posts after L.A. won games 2 and 3 – I’m a bit superstitious myself. But now that the Dodgers’ World Series hopes have faded as quickly as a Cubs’ fan’s coherence in a Wrigleyville bar last night, I must write once again. The show must go on. This series loss is one of the toughest defeats I’ve endured as a sports fan. During the NLDS against the Nationals, I had purchased a ticket to Game 4 of the World Series in Los Angeles, believing Dave Roberts and crew would fulfill their promise to Win4Vin. It was a special season, one marked by resilience, shattered expectations, and the most graceful of goodbyes. Ultimately, my Dodgers came up just a bit short, but that’s baseball, and that’s life.
I want to congratulate Brian, Cooney, Steve, Sam, Nick, Nick, and Nick, Drew, Dan, Hank, and Matt (the LMBF Cubs fans) and the city of Chicago on their first (North Side) World Series in 71 years. As for me, it will be a long offseason, but I’ll look forward to that first day of spring training in February, just like fans of every team will. Win or lose, baseball marks the time.