The Cubbies won the World Series—in the seventh game, away from Wrigley Field, tenth inning, 8-7!
Oh, you already knew that. Well, there was a whole lot of tension in the room where Mauri and I watched the game. Not between us, of course. We were both hoping for the same outcome. For a break from the tension we shifted to a different channel, a Bourne movie we rewatch for a few favorite scenes. But what was the point? Mauri kept checking his phone for game updates. I did the dinner dishes during the rain delay.
And then . . .
I don’t think it was intentional, but he made a great big W.
We knew enough to hold off any celebration until that third out won a Cubs victory. Today I learned of one Indians fan who wasn’t as smart.
Ooops! He’ll be wearing long sleeves the rest of his life.