The Chicago Cubs and My First MLB Game Pt.3:The Unforgettable Contest!

Here it was. The anthem had finished, and for a split second everything went quiet in the stands—everything went numb in my body. I was shocked at the moment of silence because I am sure it wasn’t the first time the vast majority of those fans were at a game, but that small immeasurable act of silence is a grand example of that little kid inside each and every one of us; standing out in left field waiting for the neighbor kid to stop striking out and hit the stupid ball. The game was always new no matter how old I thought, incredible. The commencement of the first inning had begun, and first to the plate was the same man I had sat directly behind; the same player who I SWORE looked back into the sea of red and afforded me a quick nod as if to say: “ I see you in there, thanks for being a fan my man.” Well, there’s nothing wrong with being an idealist is there? There’s no way the Phillies could win tonight I thought. How could they? We had Carlos Z...