W on the prairie Cubs go to World Series

W on the prairie Cubs go to World Series

Christmas came in October for Chicago.

The Cubs are going to the World Series. History was made last night in a historic ballpark.

The long dry spell is over. The lovable losers do not have to wait til next year.

Next year is this year.

Ron Santo is kicking his heals in heaven.

Ernie Banks is asking God for sunny days and asking Him to intervene so they can play two.

Harry Caray is singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame".

Steve Goodman is writing more Cubs songs to be sung by choirs of angels.

Sam Sianis is prepping the goat for the stew pot.

The Black cat vanished.

The dying Cubs fan is alive and kicking.

The curse is over.

Chicago is celebrating.

Yes, the Cubs still have to win the World Series. But, getting there is a cause for celebration. Fans, young and old know the history. They wept with bitter disappointment season after season, decade after decade.

"Maybe next year," was the slogan of their lives.

The Cubs are no longer the, "Door mat of the National League".

Tom Ricketts, Theo Epstein, Joe Maddon, an incredible team, and everyone in the Cubs organization, right down to the grounds keepers, gave Chicago something to cheer about. Something to gloat about. Something magical.

Since 1945, the road to the World Series has been long, hard, dusty, and dry. Hope turned into despair when the Cubs got close.

For Cubs fans, faith never died. "Maybe next year," was a prayer, a novena, said over and over again.

"People ask me a lot about the values I got from playing for the Cubs for so many years. The value I got out of it was patience. A lot of people these days are not very patient." (Ernie Banks)

Cubs fans are patient. Their patience was rewarded on a crisp fall night at Wrigley.

The W is flying high and proud over the prairie today. The sun is shining. Little kids and older people are waking up from a decades old bad dream. There is something to cheer about, something to savor, something to celebrate in Chicago.

Let us celebrate this victory over curses, hexes, bad management, and other omens of doom. Forget about the next 4, 5, 6, or even 7 games. The goal was to get to the World Series.

The Cubs did it. Chicago, young and old, can revel with joy this week. The boys of summer became the boys of October became the boys of November.

Chicago, a city of squabbling, sometimes warring, tribes, has something to come together over. One team, one city.

Be proud Chicago. The world Series is coming home.

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