SOMEWHERE IN WISCONSIN – My father was a Cubs fan and so was his father before him. My grandfather was at the Series in 1908. The last thing he said to me before he died was “never stop believing kid.” He had a terrible case of Alzheimer’s, so I didn’t read much into it at the time. Fast forward 20 years. I’m sitting on my couch flipping through channels when I land on the World Series and it hits me like a bag of bricks to my johnson – he was talking about my Cubbies! It was in that moment I realized what I had to do. I had to wait out the rain delay at the end of the 9th inning and actually see this game to the finish. The last time I caught a Cubs game was when I was stood up by a Tinder chick last year at a bar. I only saw the last out of that game. Heartbreaking to see my Cubbies lose like that. But this inning was different. As soon as that Zobristguy hit that single in the top of 10th I knew that I was a part of something special. I never stopped believing. This one is for you Pop Pop. It’s funny, not a lot of people knew I was a Cubs fan until I posted about it on Twitter and Facebook last night. I’ve always been one of the biggest Cubs fans I know. But, unlike other fans, I don’t often take to social media to boast about my accomplishments.