The Cubs won the World Series, and in right dramatic fashion at that.
I spent my first 6 years of life on the south side of the Chicago metro area, and Grandpa was a White Sox fan through and through. In a box somewhere, I've got an Alan Bannister autographed baseball, and I remember watching ball games at Comiskey Park, before it was leveled and replaced.
Despite that, I was cheering for the Cubs to win this. 108 years is a long time, after all.
Consider: The last time the Cubs won a World Series title, the 1911 pistol had yet to be created, the Ford Model T was 2 weeks old, people learned of the results via newspaper, as commercial radio didn't exist, and New Mexico, Arizona, Alaska, and Hawaii had not yet achieved statehood.
A friend of mine was fortunate enough to attend Game 5, and he spoke of the class and grace of a Cleveland fan sitting nearby. I like to think that fans of teams can accept defeat with dignity and victory with humility. Certainly our country needs more of that.
Congrats, Cubs. You are on top of the baseball world. Let that W flag fly.
(In no small measure of irony, the first game of spring training for the Cleveland Indians is...
... against the Cubs.)