As the late Harry Caray might have said,
"It might be ... It could be ... IT IS!"

I can hardly believe it!
The Chicago Cubs are the World Series Champions!!!!!!!

It was unquestionably the best baseball game in history! Brian and I stifled screams and yelps as the kiddos slept. For nearly 4 hours our hearts skipped enough beats to kill us. Our stomach was in knots and we felt like we might throw up at times. We stayed up until nearly 1am, through a myriad of pitching changes (Hendricks and Lester were confusing ones), a 17-minute rain delay at the end of the 9th inning, and a yo-yo of scoring changes to see the Cubs break the 108 year old curse and win the World Series in game 7 in Cleveland! The alarm went off less than 5 hours later to get our kiddos off to school on time. We are exhausted and it was totally worth it.

CUBS WIN! FLY THE W!!!

This morning I called my 85 year-old Gramps, a lifelong Cubs fan. He was on Cloud 9. I asked him, "Did you ever think you'd see the day when the Cubs won the world series?!?" Immediately he bursted out, "NO!" He went on to tell me how grateful he was to see the game AND watch it with 3 generations of his family. Just a few hours before the game, he expected to watch the game alone. My Uncle Doug (a Cards fan, boo!) and Granny were supposed to be on a plane and their flight was cancelled last minute due to Chicago weather! Then, my cousin, Casey, (also a Cards fan...we have a family breakdown in baseball) drove hours to surprise my Gramps so he wouldn't have to watch the game alone. AND YET, Gramps was able to share the best sports night of his long life with his wife, son, and grandson.

Divine. Epic.

The whole thing is epic.

We've waited a long time, friends. Time to buy all the newspapers and World Series gear and share all the memes and celebrate for the next year. For now, I need a third cup of coffee!