By Tori Levy
“Hey, there’s always next year.”
That’s what my dad told me Saturday after game 4 when the Indians clobbered the Cubs 7-2 to make a 3-1 deficit in the series.
Then came game 5. Win or lose; it was the last game at Wrigley Field in the World Series. However, they didn’t lose. They managed to hold a 3-2 lead to make game 6 happen.
And then game 6 happened, and I watched the Indians meltdown as Cubs won 9-3 to tie up the series. And out of all odds, the Cubs were on their way to game 7.
And then came the do-or-die game 7. Large steady breaths were transformed into cheers and screams when center fielder Dexter Fowler hit a home run on the first play of the night. What seemed like a substantial lead after a homer by second baseman Javier Baez giving the Cubs 5-1 advantage after the top of the 5th was quickly put aside when the Indians scored two more runs in the bottom of the 5th.
Heart rates steadied once more when Cubs’ catcher, David Ross, hit a home run to make the score 6-3. However, the miracle that Indian fans needed to keep the game alive touched down at Progressive Field at the bottom of the 8th when Indians scored a home run with a bases-loaded- tying the game.
Indians fans threw their hats in the air, while Cubs fans crouched in their seats in disbelief but kept repeating, “It’s going to happen” as an extra inning was about to begin. As tensions became high, the wind picked up, and gray clouds swooped in, stopping the game. The tarp went out as rain poured, while fans and players disappeared from the field. Everyone waited for 17 minutes of agony.
In that 17 minutes, I kept thinking of those cheesy quotes my teachers put up in elementary school. The ones that said, “To see the rainbow, you must endure the rain.” There are different variations, but they all end sounding alike. After 17 minutes of enduring rain, something miraculous happened at Progressive Field.
In the top of the 10th inning, the Cubs scored two runs making the score 8-6. Tears. Cheers. High-fives. Hugs. This was it. Fans already started storming the place where it all began. November 2, 2016, was about to be a historic day in Wrigleyville.
I got a text from dad reading, “It’s happening.”
The Cubs were just three outs away from the World Series title when the Indians scored a run narrowing the gap to 8-7. The silence was deafening for Cubs fans, and cheering was prevalent for Indian fans. Everyone waited to see where this next pitch would lead to a base loaded.
And then on two different screens in two different states, me and my dad watched third baseman Kris Bryant throw the last out to first baseman Anthony Rizzo, completing the 3-1 comeback and making the Chicago Cubs World Champions once again.
After waiting 108 years, Cubs fans got to know what it feels to watch the team they love become World Champions.
And, with pleasure, can no longer say,
“There’s always next year.”