As I'm sure you have seen, the Chicago Cubs won the National League pennant Saturday night! This is something I haven't seen since 1945... which, of course, means I have NEVER seen it. Now, some of you may have seen this story on Facebook, but I'll share it here in case you missed it.
I watched the game with the sound off. Why? Because I was nervous and didn't want to hear what the announcers were saying. I was worried they would spend the whole game talking about a fan from 13 years ago who did nothing wrong but was blamed for the Cubs losing that year. I cannot begin to tell you how much it ticks me off that people still blame him for the loss when the players were to blame. Anywho... I wasn't in the mood to hear it. So the Cubs jumped out to a lead and I watched the game part happy, part nervous. Part of the time was spent pacing around like Granny would do while watching a football game, and part of it was spent rocking in Da's recliner. We get to the top of the 9th... the Cubs are 3 outs away from making history... but I understand the game isn't over until it's over. The Wife then looks over at me and says, "Can you turn the sound up?"
All I could do was look at her and say, "Are you kidding me?"
I mean, look... I KNOW that me having the sound on doesn't matter to how the game is going. But I also KNOW that IF I were to turn the sound up at this point in the game and IF the Cubs were to then choke the game away, I would carry that guilt with me the rest of my life. That wasn't something I was willing to risk. And, to be honest, I was a little surprised (and slightly disappointed) that The Wife would even ask me to turn the sound up at that point.
So, the Cubs won and now they are four wins away from making all of my dreams come true.
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