By now, of course, you have seen all photos and videos – after 108 years, the CHICAGO CUBS won the World Series. Pinch me – it’s not a dream.
We watched games 6 and 7 last Tuesday and Wednesday, from front row (ok, TV) seats. On Friday, we actually joined the 5 million celebration on Michigan Avenue.
But there was one more thing we needed to do.
Besides this incredible come from behind story, there have been so many stories of loved ones who never saw the CUBS win the big one. Social media and the news are filled with feel good stories – how loving the CUBS is a family tradition handed down from one generation to the next. I get it because it’s true for me too. But how best to bring loved ones into this jubilation?
After the win, Wrigley Field provided the answer… people began writing the names of loved ones on the storied walls.
On Sunday, Len, Benita and I walked to Wrigley Field. Even the sky was CUBBIE blue.
So many people were out taking in the sunshine and feeling the afterglow of this victory, including us.
As we neared the ballpark, we were greeted with this wonderful sight. Chills.
A bit of history: The ballpark first opened in 1914 as Weeghman Park for Charles Weeghman’s Chicago Whales of the Federal League, which folded after the 1915 baseball season. The Cubs played their first home game at the park in on April 20, 1916, defeating the Cincinnati Reds with a score of 7–6 in 11 innings.
Seemed like a good photo op.
Then we worked our way to the wall – we were on a mission. In my pocket was a favorite photo of my parents…a bit faded, but so like them, out enjoying life and having fun.
We searched for the right spot, and thanks to Benita’s long arm and a nearby chair, my parents became part of the celebration – Benita and Bill, Nana and Papa, part of Wrigley forever. Perfect!
And talk about location! If you look carefully, you can see their names between two hearts right below the bottom red tiles.
We grew up watching the CUBS. Win or lose, they were part of our lives and our conversations. And in my Mom’s later years, when she couldn’t be as active as she’d like, she relished watching each and every game. Tears of happiness came easily for her when they won, and “not to worry – someday” if they didn’t. Of course, we had lots of somedays, until now.
“Go, Cubs, Go!” is a song written by Steve Goodman in 1984 and sung by fans after each win. I’d often call my Mom after a win to sing it with her on the phone. I can see her smiling now.
Congratulations to our CHICAGO CUBS. Mission accomplished – in so many wonderful ways!
Ciao,
Judy
What an amazing time in Chicago and to be a Cubs fan! I was on the edge of my seat! Glad you all got to experience it up close!
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Yes, such an amazing week!
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“HEY HEY”
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Holy mackerel!
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That brought tears to my eyes, Judy. We are working in Nevada for the election and just taking a coffee break. Thank you for the inspiration to keep going.
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Glad to help!
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I remember watching a game with your mother and how much of a fan she was.
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She really loved the CUBS!
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Thank you for the epilogue
Great pictures
Appropriate sentiment
It does seem “like family”
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It does indeed!
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For 2 weeks we became Cubbies watching each game and wishing them the big win. It was fabulous! Such fun even for new fans. Welcome home. We will return to Cortona earlier next year. August 25-Sept 22. Ciao Barbara
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Welcome aboard! It is pretty contagious, unless, of course, you are from Cleveland.
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Congrats❤️️ It was a wonderful victory Sent from my iPhone
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Yes, it sure was!
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Judy, I love your blog! We love Cortona too—-and The Cubs! Please contact me! Love to see you.
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Thanks, Happy Thanksgiving! Talk after the holiday.
Judy
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