I've watched the full game three times now. Over time, this will be a game I individually watch more times than any other game I've ever seen. Heck three might be my record already. There was a particular Sunday night game though which and the specific details I forget. But what I remember was the announcing crew. They came in expecting to see the team everyone said was the best team in baseball. And they realized the Cub team they were expecting to see was undersold. The Cubs went out in the first several innings and displayed a brilliant, beautiful defense, a suffocating, powerful offense, and an exacting, focused starting pitcher all performing with youthful exuberance and flair. This was something that left them in awe. We have all had the pleasure of watching something I'm not too sure many fans have seen before. Yes, others have had a championship. But we are witnessing the pursuit of a perfect team playing a perfect game. When the playoffs started, my expectation was I wanted to see that perfect game to let everyone else realize what we have been watching. When the Cubs won the NLCS, it was with a game that was stress free. Hendricks dominated, the defense reigned, the offense provided plenty of support. It came on the heels of the two previous games which were also stress free early. And I realized – stress free was what I wanted, but there was a partial emptiness to it – dominating an opponent diminishes them and leaves others with the belief that you must have played someone inferior. As game 7 rolled around, I regressed. I wanted the stress free game. It was more important to me to come home with the prize rather than the adventure of how we got the prize. I would have taken a 20-0 whitewashing that only us fans would appreciate in the long run. But, I was wrong. This was not the perfect game from my perfect team. Far from it. But I can watch this game over and over. Every inning had something. We dominated yet the game was close. We made brilliant plays, we screwed up. The manager even made highly questionable moves. Incredible how much action was packed in the game – stealing before the pitch, picking off a base runner, scoring on a short fly ball, pulling effective pitchers, key home runs, bunting with 2 strikes, etc. Any of it could be dissected and discussed – so many things to analyze. And all of that was a far, far cry from what I asked and hoped for, and yet way more satisfying. This was baseball's finest hour. This was not the Cubs' best game. That was the Cubs' greatest game.