Go, Cubs, Go: What Baseball Means to Me–and Chicago

I’m filled with all the hope and emotions of last year, only amplified by a year of deepened fandom, championship pride, and huge amounts of family bonding over this quintessential American pastime–imbued with the hopes and excitement from generations past. I’m not giving up hope yet–go, Cubs, go! Let’s get that pennant–again!

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It was a loud, proud night in Chicagoland Saturday night. Fireworks and cheers erupted over the region, and the closer you were to the epicenter–Wrigley Field, that is–the more you could feel the roar of excitement, relief, and pride. That pride rippled around the world, as I saw posts from some of my friends in different countries, struggling to find an internet connection to add their own voice to the cheering. Every local television channel switched to broadcast the news: the Cubs won the National League champions pennant, marking the first time they’d be in the World Series since 1945!

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Are you wondering what blog you’re reading right now–when did I become a sports fan, right? In a way, you could say this year; in a way, you could say my whole life. I’ve become more invested in the Cubs this year, partially because of the community. One of my friends…

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