You wouldn’t understand. I’ve waited a long time for this. Baseball has been a huge part of my life. Though I wasn’t able be a baseball player like I dreamed of as a kid, it has always been there from February until now, November. Like many kids for the Red Lake Reservation, I didn’t have much. I had awesome friends, some cool toys and the Cubs on WGN every summer. And thanks to my grandfather Shorty Roberts who loved watching the Cubs and to see Harry Caray get drunk during the game, I became a loyal fan. The Cubs helped create a stronger bond between me and my grandpa, who became my first best friend. I didn’t have a father around growing up as much as I should have, so my grandpa was there for me. We shared the 1984 Division Championship together. We also shared the Cubs blowing a lead to the Padres in the NLCS together that same year. When he passed away July 3, 1987, I was 11 years old and I remember being at the hospital with my family and we were waiting in the lobby to see his body. I looked at the TV and the Cubs were on. Somebody made a costly error for the Cubs and I could hear my grandpa’s disgust, like usual when the Cubs messed up. The Cubs were there at the worst time of my life, to help take my mind off the loss of my beloved grandpa. They’ve always been, no matter the season. The Cubs are my escape from reality. They taught me loyalty. When my whole elementary school was going crazy for the ’87 Twins, I didn’t. I enjoyed my state winning, but I’d never watched them play before then because they weren’t ever on TV in Red Lake. So I couldn’t get into it. The Cubs weren’t only there to help me escape, they were also on TV while my life was in labor when all 4 of my kids were about to be born.
 

They’re always there for me. Last night was a roller coaster of a game. I was excited, I was pissed, and I was scared. The feeling of dread watching the Cubs is always there. I convinced myself that I wasn’t ready for a World Series where the Cubs won. But it happened. My day has come. I didn’t think I’d become emotional. When Kris Bryant threw to Anthony Rizzo for the final out, it all came out. I broke down and cried (AND I NEVER CRY!) in front of my wife and all 4 of my kids. That was the best part of this whole thing. My older girls came over to watch the game with us. This is what being a Cubs fan taught me; remain loyal, stay patient, great things will come and bring it all together. #FlyTheW
You wouldn’t understand.