A steady stream of Cubs fans emerged from the shadows of Chippewa Street and streamed through the door of Ryder's Tavern as the first pitch of Game 7 neared Wednesday night.
They gathered there to bury a curse. For the next four and a half hours, they lived and died and cried, then celebrated in this St. Louis safe haven. They floated home in a glorious rain.
For the rest of St. Louis, it was just rain. Cloud Nine looks quite different from below.
How cynical, you might be thinking. Fair enough.
Typical St. Louis sportswriter, making the Cubs' success about the Cardinals.