With little drama, but plenty of fanfare, the Chicago Cubs dispelled yet another tired narrative on a perfect late-October Saturday night North Siders will never forget. 

The first inning of NLCS Game 6 perfectly described everything you needed to know about how different things truly are in 2016. A first pitch screamer to right off of Kyle Hendricks was immediately converted into a brilliant double-play by Javy Baez on the very next pitch. And no Dodger would make it past first base for the rest of their season.

It only took two batters in the bottom half of the inning for the Cubs to score their eventual game-winning run off of the previously invincible Clayton Kershaw (if you believe Joe Buck and the rest of the fawning baseball media). Dexter Fowler’s leadoff double and a sharp single from the soon-to-be National League MVP, Kris Bryant put the Cubs ahead for good.

And the rest, as they say, was history.

After putting to rest the myth of the San Francisco Giants even-year championship run as mere coincidence once and for all,  the comically overplayed ‘Curse of the Billy Goat’ narrative born in 1945 was forever erased as the ninth-inning double-play ball touched the back of Anthony Rizzo‘s first base glove.

As I lost my mind, my voice, and many brain cells at a pub half a mile north of Wrigley Field surrounded by fellow frenetic Cubs fans and friends, it finally dawned on me that never again will we be forced to hear about the Cubs not having made the World Series since WWII. That leaves just one tired narrative left to conquer, but it’s a big one and it won’t go down without a fight.

Brace yourselves, folks. We’re in for a veritable shitstorm of 1908 references as lazy journalist desperately cling to the last vestiges of the ultimate in boring clichés. Cleveland’s own 68-year drought dovetails too perfectly for all the talking heads to resist.

But if history is our guide, we can get through this—just like the Cubs have gotten over every other  previously insurmountable obstacle before them. It’s going to be one hell of a week.

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