108 Years


Mackenzie Tomlinson, Spotlight Editor

Since I exited the womb, I have been living in the cult-like environment of a family of Cubs fans. Naturally, under the guidance of my parents, I was inducted into the fandom of the unluckiest team in all of baseball. I have suffered years of heartbreak, close calls, curses, and pain. I watched every game of their 2012 season (They lost 100 games that year.) For my birthday, I asked to go to Spring Training (they lost both games I watched.)

That is why, at 12:40 p.m., nearly 12 hours after the Chicago Cubs won the world series. I am writing this in disbelief. It still hasn’t sunk in that my team, who is known for losing every year, has finally won it all.

There were so many times where I’d thought they blew it. In the first four games of the series, they lost three of them. They fought back from elimination twice and finally made it to Game 7. They started off winning 5-1, but as usual the bullpen ruined it, giving up 4 runs. In the ninth inning, the game was tied 6-6 and the Indians looked like they were about score a walkoff victory. Then, a miracle happened.

A rain delay graced the city of Cleveland and cut off the Indian’s momentum. After 20 painful minutes, the game started back up. In the top of the 10th inning, by some miracle, the Cubs scored 2 runs. They somehow managed to get three outs in the bottom of the tenth and every Cubs fan in the world exploded as their team had finally won the world series for the first time in 108 years.