To my grandfather, who made me a Cub fan. I would spend weeks with my grandparents on their farm during the summer. He ran his own business and always had the games on the radio during the day, hanging on every word that Vince Lloyd and Lou Boudreau would utter. In the pre-cable days of the mid-70's the only time we could actually watch the Cubs was when the local affiliate would have Cubs games on Sunday afternoon. It was a ritual to sit down after Sunday dinner and suffer with our beloved Cubbies. Many a Sunday afternoon started with him cursing the bums in Cubbie blue, and end with him snoring in "his chair" while the Cubs lose another game, season or decade. He died in 1992 having never seen a title. The last time I saw him I placed my favorite Cubs hat into his hands so he could take it to his eternal resting place. I am not a religious person and do not really believe in heaven and hell, but if I am wrong I know he is smiling and laughing while dancing a jig over this championship.