By now I'm sure you've all heard that the Chicago Cubs have finally broken their 108 year drought and won the World Series. If you didn't know this, I'm just going to assume you live under a rock or something. The news of the Cubs' victory has pretty much taken over all news and sports broadcasts (at least in my area) and social media sites. There has been no shortage of coverage, or excitement, over the Cubs' breaking of their long-time curse.

The excitement is well-warranted too. I mean, it had been 108 years since the Cubs last won a World Series. Just think about everything that has happened and changed since 1908. The U.S. has fought in seven wars. Sixteen presidents were elected. Five states were admitted to the Union. Man landed on the moon. Radio and TV--the main ways we enjoy our Cub games today--were invented. Haley's comet passed earth, twice. 40 Summer and Winter Olympics (combined) have been held. The Titanic was built, sank, and then re-discovered. And that's just the tip of the iceberg (ha!). Wrigley Field, now the oldest ballpark in the National League (second overall behind Fenway), was even built during this time. I could keep going with this list, but my point is, the Cubs and their fans have waited a long time for this day to happen. And now that it finally has, we couldn't be any happier.

But as excited as I know I am about the Cubs finally winning, I know my excitement can't even compare to that of the people much older than I am who have been Cubs fans their entire lives and are just now getting to see their favorite team win the World Series. I can't even imagine how much this victory means to them. There's also the fans and players who've now passed away that went their whole lives without ever seeing the Cubs win. As much as I'm sure we all wish they could've celebrated this joyous occasion with us, I know they're all smiling down on us and our now World Series Champion Cubs.

And leave it to our Cubbies to have to win it all in such a dramatic, and stressful, fashion. By that I mean coming back from a 3-1 deficit to win by one in extra innings in game seven, with a fifteen minute rain delay before the tenth to add to the madness. I don't know about the rest of you, but I nearly had a heart attack watching that last game. All that aside, I believe having to go through everything that we did only made the win that much more special. If the team had won it easily in four to six games, or even with their three point lead in the seventh, it wouldn't have been as sweet. So even though I would've liked to seem them play better and win more games when they were at Wrigley, I can now appreciate the way it all went down. We got the epic conclusion our equally epic story deserved. Now let's just hope it won't take another 108 years to win our next championship.