Cubs win World Series; The Journal staff reflects

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The Journal Staff

Alexander Camp

For many of us, Game 7 of the 2016 World Series wasn’t a winner-take-all championship sporting event. It was a life excursion with more than its share of unpredictable swings of the pendulum.

With more plot twists than a M. Night Shyamalan movie, this game was a real-life retelling of Disney’s “Inside Out,” eliciting more emotions simultaneously than our hearts could take.

Yet, for all the highs, the lows, and everything in between, the only thing I can come up with simply this: The Cubs won the World Series.

The Goatbusters did it.

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This isn’t a copy and paste misprint. This isn’t a video game. This isn’t Back to the Future II, or Rookie of the Year.

What this is, however, is bedlam before your very eyes.

This year, we’ve been bombarded with current events reminiscent of Bizzaroworld. After all, by the time this is published we will all find out who runs this country for at least the next four years. But enough of that.

Following Game 7, fellow staff writer Jeff Burnett couldn’t have summarized this moment any more brilliantly: “Whether you’re a Cubs fan or not, I think everyone is genuinely happy to them win, but most importantly; I think everyone needed this … Tonight really shows that people can still love each other regardless of their differences.”

That said, it’s only right to curate this week’s column in a manner to share with you my colleagues’ testaments of the history that was witnessed this week.

 

Zach Lebovitz

Granted I’m only 21 years old, but I’ve been a Cubs fan for as long as I can remember.

Last year, everyone was convinced that the Cubs were going to win, as they went from being one of the worst teams in the MLB up to the NLCS.

Though we got swept by the Mets, the way the team came back even stronger this year really assured me that they had a great chance of making the playoffs.

Watching the postseason play out, the Dodgers scared me quite a bit, but then the Indians drove me insane. Watching each game against the Indians was a heart attack over and over again, the next worse than the one before.

As I watched the sixth game, I was thrilled that we came out with the win –forcing Game 7. And Game 7 in itself could have killed anyone.

But in the end, I saw my team work hard to come back and win the entire thing!

Having arguably the youngest team in MLB to win it all, after 108 years, history was made, and the Chicago Cubs proved that there was never a curse of the goat!

 

Sean Flamand

My dad told me to turn on the Cubs-Pirates game on Sept. 27, 2003 – not for the Bucs, his favorite team, but to watch the Cubs clinch their division for the first time since 1989.

I remember it was my dad who cheered me up when they fell apart in the NLCS that October, even if he never liked the Cubs and never would.

He simply understood that baseball isn’t fair, and while fans come to understand that’s part of what makes the game so wonderful, it’s not wonderful in the mind of a heartbroken 8-year-old.

To this day, I wonder why he had me watch. I was young enough that he probably could have made me a Pirates fan.

But regardless of why he did, I was beyond hooked. No one followed that Cubs franchise as closely as I did from 2004 onward.

And when the Cubs went down 3-1 against the Indians, it was my dad again: Those Bucs that won in 1979, the last Pirates championship? They came back from a 3-1 deficit, he told me, and they had to do it on the road.

Maybe the Cubs could, too.

When they did, 2016 closed a grueling book one spanning 13 years of what I’m sure will be a library’s worth of dedication to baseball’s most historically turbulent franchise.

Yet in enjoying this championship, my only real reaction is to say: Thank you, Dad, for making me watch 13 years ago. I’m sure you’re thrilled at the monster of a Cubs fan you’ve created.

And when we get back to Wrigley this summer – you with your Roberto Clemente jersey, me with my Cubs hat – for the first time in our lives we’ll be seeing the Pittsburgh Pirates visit the defending World Series champion Chicago Cubs.