The Curse is over

As I type this on my hot, sweaty phone at 1:08 a.m., it still hasn’t sunk in. The Chicago Cubs are World Series champions.

108 years. The Billy Goat. Steve Bartman. Everything that has happened to the Cubs fans over the last 108 years.

Horses were the primary mode of transportation the last time the Cubs won the World Series. There are no people currently alive who watched the Cubs win their last World Series. Let that sink in.

Not only is it just that, but it was the game itself. Curse or no curse, streak or no streak, this would have gone down as one of the best baseball games to ever occur. The tension that lasted all throughout. The explosion in the crowd when Rajai Davis tied the game, against all the odds. The speedy, contact hitter, against arguably the hardest thrower in MLB history. When Ben Zobrist, a former Tri-City Valleycat no less, put his team ahead for good. When David Ross, in his last baseball game ever, became the oldest player ever to homer in Game 7 of the World Series.

There’s no way to put into words what this is like honestly. But, one thing is for sure.

The Billy Goat is dead. Steve Bartman is no longer the most hated person in Chicago.

The Chicago Cubs are World Series champions.