Bottom of the ninth. Full count. Two outs. Cubs trail the World Champion Cards by one. Man on third which he stole from second which he stole from first. Man on first.
Batter swings and drops the ball into the hole behind second.

Runners round the bases!

Cubs win!

I don’t even think that the batter left the plate.

What I love about baseball is nothing happens…nothing happens…nothing happens…still, nothing happens. THEN! something happens.

There is no party like a Cubs victory party on the Red Line under State Street between Wrigley Field and the Loop.

Pics to follow.