I woke up this morning to see the “W” flag up on my fridge that I had put there the night before, and I still couldn’t believe it. The Cubs are going to the World Series for the first time since 1945.
For many lifelong Cubs fans like myself, this is more than a great win for a great team, or the breaking of a “curse.” It’s a win for the people have been waiting for decades for this win, and for loved ones who never got to see this day.
That’s why today is bittersweet. Today, I’m thinking of my late paternal grandparents, who were diehard Cubs fans. Unfortunately the Cubbies weren’t able to get the pennant again in their lifetimes. I know they would’ve been so excited for this milestone in what I hope will be a new era for the Cubs.
But I’m glad that my other grandparents and my parents and all of my friends who are Cubs fans got to see this win. I know they, like many other people, were probably skeptical of whether they were going to see the Cubs in the World Series. It’s a win for all of us.
And even if the Cubs don’t win it all this year, I’ll be happy. I watched history being made last night. I watched people breaking down in tears, hugging their families, sighing with relief. I watched people express pure joy, all because of one team who has been waiting so, so long. I experienced the best part of baseball in the way it spans generations. All skepticism and negativity aside, last night was a testament to the best parts of baseball and how it can bring people together.