I’m a total weirdo. I was at the Holiday Club on Irving Park to watch game 7 with some friends. It was a lot of fun up until that 8th and I had feelings of doom based on how poorly Joe managed Chapman that whole series. When it was tied, I gathered my stuff, smoked a cigarette, and left the bar. I then proceeded to listen to the game on the radio on my phone on the train ride home because I refused to watch them blow the game on tv. I got back to my apartment in time to watch Zobrist give the Cubs the lead.