Jett Wilson

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The Night The Cubs Won The World Series

The night the Chicago Cubs broke the Billy Goat curse, and their 108 year Championship drought, I was sitting in a small Irish-themed pub in Woodstock, GA. I could only watch the first and last game of the World Series but I wasn't going to miss it for anything. It was a classic game that turned into the biggest telecast of the year except for the Super Bowl.

Inside the pub, everyone was cheering the Cubs except for one lone soul who was from Ohio. People teased him but they understood his flawed logic and respected his misplaced loyalty. Here are pictures from that night, a once in a lifetime event:

After the win, the owners bought everyone in the pub a shot made blue in honor of the Cubs.

Yeah, they were having a lot of fun

Yeah, they were having a lot of fun

Two geeks I happen to know

Two geeks I happen to know

Toasting the death of a damn billy goat  

Toasting the death of a damn billy goat