I keep thinking of random Cubs related memories in my life...the time my dad picked me up from pre-school and surprised me by taking me to Opening Day, years later coming home from school and realizing that there was a Cubs game on that day, turning it on and seeing the last 2 innings of Woods 20k game, watching/listening to Harry call a meaningless summer afternoon game in the beautiful but aging ballpark, obsessively watching every game in 98 to see if Sammy would homer, and if he would watch the local newscast that night to see the highlights again, everything in 2001, 2003 and 2004, decent seasons that would fall short, watching the middling Hendry years where we could night find the winning combination as I started to understand advanced stats, the disapppointing 08 run, the many nights during the rebuilding years where i imagined what it would be like seeing the Cubs celebrate a World Series title, everything this season. I have gone through my entire life of Cub fandom, and realize there has always been this moment hanging over our heads, for better or worse, over all of those moments. It's all been building to this moment as a fan. It will never be the same again, and I for one am fine with going to the other side.