I think I cried hysterically for about 10 minutes. I'm not even kidding. I told my 2.5 month old son he never has to hear a horsefeathering word about a goat, the years 1908 or 1945, 'lovable losers', any of that crap. All he knows is a world in which the Cubs are the best team in the world. We won because of our dongs, our defense, our youth, our MOTHER horsefeathering AMAZING BASERUNNING (KB and Almora, oh my god), and our pitching, but more than anything we won because of our balls. Game 4 of the LDS, Game 1 of the LCS and Games 5 and 7 of this series are games the Cubs have historically found ways to lose, and instead Jason Heyward calls a rain delay meeting (worth every penny of his $184 million just for that one meeting) and the kids get their horsefeathers together and win the game. Kyle Schwarber OBP's over .500 on a freaking reconstructed knee. Javy and Contreras save their biggest swings for the biggest night. Sexy Dexy, you go, we go. I'm so happy for myself and I'm so happy for all of you. I woke up today in a world in which the Cubs are indisputably the best team in the world. I get to buy shirts, hats, hoodies and Blu-Ray sets that say Cubs World Series Champions all over them. I'm so happy.