I've got toddler pictures of me in a cubs baseball cap at Wrigley field, and this year, the year that I decide to move back to Chicago. The beginning world series game against those god forsaken cardinals began on 10/7 at 7:08 pm. What the fuck does that matter you ask? Well. 10/7, or 107 years it's been since the cubs have won the world series. Also 7:08 in military time is 19:08, 1908 is the last time the cubs have won the world series (yes hah hah, the ottomon empire was a thing back then). But even more coincidentally, Back to the Future predicted the cubs would win in 2015.
Now here I am, just moved to Chicago. I don't think it's a coincidence. I think something really special happened here. I think the cubs will win it here. I'm an areligious man, a buddhist, an agnostic, whatever. But I believe there's only so many coincidences before I can fucking fold. This is one of those moments. This is the cub's moment. We're gonna fucking rock this series. And fuck anybody who says otherwise (at the moment).
ON THE OTHER HAND...
Cubs have disappointed me always before lol (Like I'm sure the Phillies have for BBB, OOOOOOOOOO yes, I called you out you philidelphia bastard). I'm just front seat of the shit show this year.
You fucking Red Sox assholes better root for us (fucking New Englanders, even though all of you are nerds and don't give a shit). You had your miracle, let us have ours.
