If you were not tuned into the World Series, you cannot like sports or have a pulse.

This was one for the ages.  Two teams who were on significant droughts and hadn’t seen a championship in at least 65 years.  The beauty was someone had to make history.  We just didn’t know who.

I have to be honest, prior to this one, I was not a fan of the MLB or watching much of the playoffs.  Baseball has never been my forte, but when a matchup like the Cubs and Indians come up, you gotta watch!

Who would have thought at the beginning of the season that the Indians and Cubs would be dueling for it all?  I will answer that one for you, NOBODY.

I was sitting there watching game after game, thinking that the curse would continue.  3-1?  Yeah, right.  Ain’t nobody comin’ back from that, especially the cursed Cubbies.

The team of youth vs. the team of unknowns.  The media loved the matchup and fed off it.  The youngsters wouldn’t give up.  They went out and had game after game where they put up runs, even after a 3 game start where they struggled to score and couldn’t get anything going.  That changed quick.  The Cubs answer?  A young man by the name of Kyle Schwarber.  He jolted the lineup and the rest of the order followed.  Game after game, no matter who Cleveland threw their way, the Cubs found a way to manufacture run after run.

Cleveland.  The unknowns.  The team that nobody would have thought to be here, but a city that knew things were moving in the right direction for their professional sports.  They loved hosting.  Hell, they just had a Finals series in their city 6 months ago! They threw their main man, Kluber, as much as they could to try and hide their diminished starting pitching.  This was in hopes to get him on to the relievers that proved to be more than effective.

The beauty in all this?  Nothing went as planned, NOTHING.  The Indians couldn’t hang on.  The Cubs just kept on winning.  The pitching didn’t prove to be the stellar that we thought would dominate the series.  The hero was the one who couldn’t even play in the field.  The young men pulled away from the team of veteran, experienced players.

All I have to say is, I loved that the curse was broken.  I was fortunate enough to attend a game at Wrigley this year for the first time. (Yes, I think that impacted the World Series win).  I wanted to see the curse broken and I wanted some love for the Cincinnati kid, Kyle Schwarber.  Wrigley will never be the same folks.  Nor will professional baseball.  It is all for the better.

This Fall Classic will go down as one of the best championships we will ever see.