CHICAGO -- Like manna from heaven, a small bit of much-needed joy fell upon Chicago Saturday night as the Cubs secured a trip to the World Series for the first time since 1945.
I wasn’t watching the game but knew the moment they won because the pure bliss emanated from Wrigley Field many miles out to me as my neighbors burst from their homes onto the street shrieking and hooting. Moments later, the sky was awash in fireworks and people were driving down the street honking their horns in jubilation.
The collective delight offered a refreshing pause for Chicagoans distressed over the nation’s election-year anxiety and the gun violence pounding the city’s lowest-income residents.
On Saturday night, people of all backgrounds, races and income levels were in the streets singing together, hugging and crying -- there were quite a lot of bittersweet tears, in fact. The Cubs’ win brought wistfulness to those lucky enough to witness the October miracle.
Yahoo Sports’ Kevin Kaduk picked right up on it, writing: “The thing that struck you were the tears.
“The tears were for so many things. They were for the achievement, of course. ... But for the fans, the tears were also for so many other things. It was for relatives no longer with us. One man waved a posterboard sign that said ‘Best fan in heaven: Mom’ with a picture of a woman wearing a Cubs hat in a hospital bed. ‘I wish my dad was alive’ trended on Facebook because so many people were posting that phrase in relation to the Cubs.
“It was for people no longer near us, too. Fans texted and called others from the stands when they could catch a signal. When’s the last time so many sons and daughters called their mothers and fathers that late on a Saturday night?”