I'm gonna get all warm and fuzzy for a sec, so if you're not in the mood for that, step outside.
When my dad dropped off the game 7 tickets this afternoon at my job, I asked him why he didn't want to go or why he didn't sell them to make an assload of dough. He said, "When you have a kid someday, you'll understand. Enjoy the game, kiddo."
I don't know if the Cubs are gonna win or lose tonight, but absolutely nothing could make my year like that did.
Go Cubs.