Eddie Vedder

It's just a game. We know bro. Thanks for reminding me. But it kinda ain't...

People who didn't grow up a loser might not get it.

People who didn't grow up with uncles with shitty Ditka mustaches wearing Zubaz pants and Starter jackets with cousins named Jordan and Grant and Payton and Clark and Addison and Sammy might not get it.

I never thought I'd see my shitty baseball team from Chicago not be shitty.

I never thought I'd wear this jersey outside of my house expecting my Sox fan friends to not fuck with me.

I can't fucking believe "Someday" is fucking November fucking 2nd, fucking 2016. 

I used to play this game in slow motion in my dreams. 

I used to play this game in my backyard with the wiffle ball bat, by myself, because my neighbors were Sox fans.

I used to watch games on WGN as a kid in the summer with the blinds open, the sun pouring the warms all over my fucking face, Steve Stone and Harry Caray yelling about taking a one run lead over the fucking Reds. I'd fall asleep due to the absolute fucking boredom and then I'd wake up with the Cubs down by 5 in the bottom of the 8th, Stoney going on about something to take our minds off of the fact that we just couldn't put hell and yes together. 

Those two voices make me nostalgic as fuck to this day.

I remember my dad standing up from the couch, pushing both of his hands at the TV in frustration and leaving the TV room in a huff when we blew a lead. I remember being in college and my Cubs losing to the fucking Pirates by double digits and being able to run up to the dugout at Wrigley after the loss and then cheering on the guys as they left the field. I remember my cranky ass grandpa saying "those sons of bitches can't tell their asshole from a double play" after Mark Grace missed a wild throw to first. I remember my first two credit cards having Wrigley Field on them and the 29.9% interest rate I agreed to because I got a free floppy hat I got when I signed up for the credit card that I still wear 15 years later when I mow the lawn. 

I've always loved these assholes, that field, that tradition. I just never expected to know what this felt like. 

Tim told me and Tom 5 or 6 years ago that winning a World Series (he's a Red Sox fan) changes you forever, and we laughed at him. But his point was that it allows you to ride a cloud of pure joy long enough to realize that life is pretty fucking awesome, and then you earn this sort of patience with the rest of your life as it pertains to entertainment and sports and adult diversions and shit.

I can't fucking believe this.

Today we went all the way. Holy fucking shit.