That was nice.
I can’t remember the last time I opened Facebook or Twitter and didn’t cringe. Didn’t want to immediately look away. Didn’t want to do that thing where you know you shouldn’t be reading something but you click on it anyway and then feel that much more awful about yourself, your day, the general state of the world, humankind and whatever awful it is we are conspiring to do to one another, the places we live and ourselves.
…Didn’t just have to say, “OK, enough.” And, “Things aren’t really this bad. Are they?”
Thursday was different.
I woke up and there was a sea of blue and red on my feed. Smiling faces and flushed cheeks and eyes pooling with tears of joy. The trolls scooted under the bridge and hid. The sexual predator in the Ronald McDonald wig with the clumps missing, also gone—back to former reality TV star purgatory or whatever swamp he crawled out of. The email rumors, vanished. Scary clowns in the bushes, nope. The pulsing Earth overheated like a microwaved office lunch, nowhere to be found. Nary a mass shooting, an amber alert or a mug shot of some meth’d out dude coming soon to my neighborhood. No warnings about the food I just ate. No sickening tale of a woman who froze to death in her car during winter’s first cold snap. No piles of hoarder puppies euthanized at the local shelter because I didn’t get off my ass and adopt. No solitary child sitting on a pile of rubble, hungry and damaged beyond recognition, orphaned by war.
Where did it all go?
I don’t know.
And for the moment, I don’t care.
I mean, I get it. It is just a game. A silly one at that. A strangely drawn field and overpaid bearded men running and spitting and cursing and swinging all to hit a leather ball over a wall with a shiny wooden stick.
Well, I for one do.
I care because it gave us a break, a breather. People gathered together and cheered together and wept together and embraced together and high-fived together and kissed together.
I’m sure in that crowd outside Wrigley last night, the whole teeming, cheering, pensive then exploding throng, there were Democrats and Republicans and Independents and non-affiliates. There were Christians and Muslims and Jews and Agnostics. There were rich and poor and the trying-to-hold-on-to-the-disappearing-middle. There were PhDs and high school dropouts, hourly employees and corner office honchos. Whites, blacks, Latinos, Asians, Indians along with visitors from other planets, like Bill Murray. And I’m sure if they were gathered in a focus group they’d have all types of things to say about the direction of this country and the precarious state of their own personal lives.
But last night, for one moment—one more than a century in the making—they set their differences aside, tucked their concerns in their back pockets and rooted for one thing. Just one thing.
And then this happened:
Cubs fan keeps promise to late father and drives 600 Miles to watch Game 7 at his grave: ‘We had a pact’: https://t.co/CS0cubX2tp
— People Magazine (@people) November 3, 2016
And this and this and this and this.
Some tried to climb into the stadium & scale light poles, but there were relatively few arrests. Nice job, fans! https://t.co/qLz5MfrzGY
— USA TODAY (@USATODAY) November 3, 2016
Cubs won. Politics is cancelled today.
— Kyle Kinane (@kylekinane) November 3, 2016
— VICE Sports (@VICESports) November 3, 2016
Cubs fans in 1969. pic.twitter.com/uIIyLebgif
— SI Vault (@si_vault) November 3, 2016
— Deadspin (@Deadspin) November 3, 2016
— Awful Announcing (@awfulannouncing) November 3, 2016
They've Waited A Long, Long Time For This: Veteran Cubs Fans Rejoice https://t.co/kUcwaQsPfe
— NPR (@NPR) November 3, 2016
— Joseph Maddon (@JosephMaddon) November 3, 2016
This is so great.
Cubs fans turned a Wrigley Field brick wall into a memorial for loved ones who couldn't make it. https://t.co/1Jc1ukeHmk
— Brian J. Manzullo (@BrianManzullo) November 3, 2016
— The New York Times (@nytimes) November 3, 2016
— The New Yorker (@NewYorker) November 3, 2016
Listen to me Chicago! Hear me. Believe me. U better protect that Taco Bell by Wrigley or I'm coming for u. Every single one of u.
— Andy St.Clair (@stclairandy) November 3, 2016
I don’t need to say it, do I?
I don’t need to, but I will.
If we can pull together over a stupid game, then let’s try to pull together for the stuff that really matters.
We are, after all, all on the same team.
Sometimes we just need a reminder.
Obama: Sliced bread not around last time; Series win is literally "greatest thing since sliced bread" for Cubs fans. https://t.co/elJl6z6xpd
— NBC Nightly News (@NBCNightlyNews) November 3, 2016