Party Like it’s 1908: A love letter to Chicago for showing us what baseball should be 🐻


A.k.a The miracle of the Cubs winning inspired me to write about sports, which is also a miracle

Living on the line of Boystown and Wrigleyville in Chicago, my roommates and I have all been making the same joke since the Cubs got into the playoffs : this city. is gonna. be. on fire. Which was usually followed by us laughing, then getting dead serious and going, “but really though get ready.”

It wasn’t so much a joke at all as it was out of real actual concern. After all, combine the die hard fan base with over a century of goats and curses and Bartmans and having “the Cubs suck” shoved down our throats, it felt like the perfect storm for a citywide shitfest that would’ve made the Bulls riots of ’92, the Lakers riots of 2010, and the riots of literally any zombie apocalypse look like a cheese and wine party in the streets. Put that on top of Chicago’s violence streak recently, we were ready to batter (ha no pun intended) down the hatches. Personally, I just pictured the city kinda imploding on itself a la Poltergeist.

Chicago 2016 #actualfootage

But that didn’t happen. Horns were laid on all night. People flooded the streets and cheered and sang. Parades of W flags were waved down the street. But no one lost their mind. The city didn’t implode. The next day there was no broken glass, no wrecked cars, no random fires lining the streets. Wrigley stands to see another world series (fingers crossed!)

Above all, this world series has shown what baseball is supposed to be, on and off the field. It had something I don’t think we see enough of nowadays: respect.

On the field, the teams weren’t nasty to each other. When Jason Heyward made an insane catch in game 5, Cleveland’s Trevor Bauer smiled and applauded him. Last night after a crazy slide that sent men from both teams falling on top of each other, the Cleveland baseman helped the Cubs player up, patted him on the back, and asked if he was ok. And after the Cubs won, fans flooded the streets and celebrated the win of the ultimate underdog…without destroying their hometown in the process.

Cleveland’s Trevor Bauer applauding Cubs’ Jason Heyward’s wayward catch

THIS is what baseball is supposed to be. This is what sportsmanship, what fandamonium is supposed to be. This World Series harkened back to the spirit of the classic American pastime that baseball is supposed to be. And I’m damn proud to live in the city that celebrated with the spirit and respect of how I imagine they did in 1908. The way the game was played and celebrated felt as wholesome and classic as Wrigley Field itself, a return to a time where people came together and gathered around the radio to listen to a good old fashioned baseball game. It was the kind of baseball my mom grew up and watched the batting practice for at Wrigley, that my Grandpa never wavered from.

So thank you, Cubbies, for giving us hope. Thank you Cleveland for being amazing adversaries and sportsmen. And thank you Chicago for making us so proud that it actually moved me to learn and write about the one thing I know the least about: sports.

And now, to end with a line from a fitting Hamilton song…because everything should end with a fitting Hamilton song:

🎶Tens of thousands of people flood the streets
There are screams and church bells ringing
And as our fallen foes retreat
I hear the drinking song they’re singing:
“The world turned upside dowwwn…”
We won, we won!🎶


Originally published on my Medium account! 


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