I still get goosebumps replaying everything in my head. The regular season was such an amazing ride. With the exception of the brief mid-season swoon that coincided with a Rangers surge, no one I know even tried suggesting anyone but the Cubs was hands down the best team. NLDS: I got 2 hours of sleep after the marathon game 3, hoping to watch them finish the sweep. Less than 24 hours later, it looked like they were heading back to Chicago for Game 5, and I was panicking over the idea that I would spend the off-season wanting to throw up because #BeliEVEN. :barf: NLCS: The whole time, it made sense that the Cubs matched up better, and most of us knew there was to panic after going down 2-1 in back-to-back shutouts. Still, it was hard being down in a series for the first time in the playoffs, and it was hard not to think about the way they crapped the bed in the 2015 NLCS. WS: I turned off Game 4 two innings early. I woke up the next day angry with myself for turning off a Cubs World Series game. I made a deal with myself that I would watch every last pitch to the bitter end (until the misplayed flyball in the first inning of Game 6, winning the series didn't feel very realistic), and I couldn't turn off the tv until 60 seconds after the game was over. My 8-yr-old son tried to stay awake for all of Game 7, but fell asleep on the couch despite the noise of the 8-10 people we had over. We woke him up in the bottom of the 10th and he and my wife and I were huddled closely waiting what seemed like forever for the Cubs to finally nail down the last out.