I had tickets to see Texas A&M play at Nebraska but after the Cubs beat Atlanta to move on to the ALCS I sold the football tickets and planned a trip home. Even if I wouldn't have tickets for any of the games I had to be in Chicago while the Cubs were playing in the World Series. I was sitting at home watching Game 6 getting mentally ready for the road trip in a few days when everything fell apart. I felt awful but still expected to win game 7, especially after Woody homered early on. My sister & mom had to rush my dad to the hospital during Game 7 and he wouldn't let me come with. He was a bigger Cub fan that I was so he didn't want me to miss the game. He said he wanted me to text updates to my sister so he could keep up with the game. I was so depressed after that series. I still made my trip to Chicago to visit family and even spent some time in a mostly deserted Wrigleyville the day the WS started. I never saw a single pitch of the World Series that year. Only time in my life that happened. I just couldn't bear to watch it.