— Chicago Cubs (@Cubs) November 3, 2016
If you missed last night’s game 7, or really any game of this World Series, you missed out on history. History would’ve been made either way: Cleveland hadn’t won the Fall Classic since 1948, the Cubs since 1908, but I think deep down every baseball fan outside of Cleveland was rooting for the Cubbies. As we saw last night, the Cubs persevered, through Billy goat curse chants, multiple mental errors, bizarre managerial decisions and even an extra inning rain delay. They persevered through it all, and now they can call themselves champions. It was a win for baseball fans and the MLB in general, as the ratings for game 6 and game 7 were astronomical. The millions of people who watched those games watched baseball played the right way, with young and veteran stars alike trying to etch their name in the history books. They also watched two of the best managers in professional sports, Terry Francona and Joe Maddon, make chess move after chess move, hoping each decision would get them closer to a World Series trophy. Maddon won out (not without being second guessed, of course) and now he has the distinction of being the manager who broke the curse, the same thing Francona accomplished with the Red Sox in 2004. I’ll never know how important this was for Maddon or any of the Cub players, but as a Red Sox fan, I know how important this was to the fans. The Cubs are no longer cursed. The Cubs are no longer lovable losers. They are champions, and as a fan, especially a fan of baseball, which lasts from March-November if we’re lucky, it’s a wonderful feeling. Congratulations to Theo Epstein, Jon Lester & David Ross. Congratulations to the rest of the Cubs players and organization. Congratulations to the Chicago Cub fans. Lastly, thanks to everyone involved for an amazing World Series.
– via KMBC9
First of all, congratulations to the Kansas City Royals. They still haven’t lost in the playoffs (!) and their bullpen is the pitching equivalent of those old “murderers row” Yankees teams of the 1920s. Secondly, how awesome is Paul Rudd? My answer to the “what celebrity would you hang out with” question changes constantly, but Paul Rudd is always near the top of the list. He just seems like the most down to earth celebrity in the history of the world. Losing his voice at a baseball game cheering on his team, throwing a keg party at his mom’s house afterwards; living the American dream. The cool thing about different teams making to the World Series is you get to see what famous people root for them. Rudd was born and raised in KC, so it’s no surprise that he’s rooting for the Royals, but it’s still cool to see. The kegger he put on last night must have been one for the ages, and I’ll never forgive myself for not being there.
The world unraveling around him and he has the professional attitude to not leave his post at the Sox bullpen. If I was that cop I would have been on Papi’s shoulders drinking that giant bottle of champagne in a millisecond.
If I know this guy he is probably still at his post, on watch for wrong doers.