This isn’t the first piece to try and tackle what it’s like for the Cubs to be World Series participants, nor will it be the last. Some will no doubt be infinitely more eloquent and poignant. Others, not so much. But as I guided my car south out of the city, the emotions of Saturday night came rushing back on the strength of an analogy that I felt compelled to flesh out a little more fully.
Don’t worry, it doesn’t involve the nerd getting the girl.
Rather, this was spurred by a text exchange I had with my dad in the wake of that Game 6 win.