Staff reporter Dana Lee’s view for Game 7 of the World Series in Cleveland. Photo by Dana Lee.
“Jess, you still up?”
I look over to my right, my sister in shotgun; her Cubs hat, still damp from the rain, slumped over her eyes.
Not a chance. The morning is early and the road is dark, and I’m caught in the fading strength of streetlights casting a yellow haze over the city of Cleveland, the dim glow of Progressive Field folding behind the skyline.
Kenny Chesney croons through the radio, soft country undertones filling the spaces between running thoughts.