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“Da Cubs… da Cubs… da Cubs…”
“Hey—lemme tell ya somethin’, okay? Dis is what I’m talkin’ about! Chicago Cubs—Game 1—NLCS—Wrigley Field—wind blowin’, people yellin’, sausage flyin’—and BOOM! 9–6! Dat’s how ya start a series!”
“Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. And dis guy—Birgir Irving—who is dis guy?! Two hits, a homer, walks all over da place—scores three runs—drives in three, stole four bases… dis guy’s everywhere! I’m watchin’ da game, I go grab a brat, I come back—he’s on base AGAIN!”
“First inning! Padres think they’re cute—score a run—‘oh hey we’re up 1–0’—big deal! Cubs come right back—Nation gets on, Lozano gets on—AND THEN IRVING—BOOM! Three-run shot! 3–1 just like dat! Game over! Wrap it up! Put da tarp on da field!”
“Yeah but lemme tell ya somethin’—San Diego Padres didn’t go away. Dey kept hangin’ around like that guy at a party who won’t leave. ‘Hey we’re down two—hey we’re down one—hey we’re still here!’ GET OUTTA HERE!”
“Schleicher hittin’ triples, Perkins hittin’ bombs—every inning it’s like ‘uh oh, here come da Padres!’ But every time—EVERY TIME—the Cubs go ‘nah, not today.’”
“And how about da speed?! Irving stealin’ bases like it’s free parking! Park stealin’, everybody stealin’! Dis ain’t baseball, dis is a track meet!”
“And I gotta say dis—no errors! ZERO! Clean baseball! Fundamentals! You know what dat is? Dat’s championship baseball! Not like da Padres—three errors! THREE! You can’t win in October kickin’ da ball around like you’re playin’ in da backyard!”
“Hey—what about dat manager, huh? Padres manager—what’s his name—Jake Watende—won’t talk to da media! ‘I’ll talk when we win da World Series’—HEY JAKE—YOU’RE DOWN 1–0! MAYBE START TALKIN’ NOW!”
“Tomorrow? Game 2? Lemme tell ya what’s gonna happen—Cubs got da momentum, Wrigley’s rockin’, fans are goin’ nuts, somebody’s spillin’ mustard on somebody—dis thing’s over! I’m callin’ it now!”
“Cubs in… I dunno… five? Six? Who cares! DA CUBS!”
“Da Cubs…”

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On an October afternoon in the Bronx—beneath a gray sky, with rain in the air and history quietly waiting—what unfolded at Yankee Stadium was not merely a baseball game, but an overwhelming exhibition of offensive force.
The New York Yankees did not simply defeat the Cleveland Indians in Game 2 of the American League Championship Series—they engulfed them. The final score, 32–9, scarcely captures the sustained and almost surreal nature of the assault. New York scored in each of the first seven innings, turning what began as a competitive contest into something bordering on the absurd.
And yet, for a brief moment, there was intrigue.
Cleveland struck first, and not insignificantly—two runs in the opening inning, followed by two more in the second, and then four in the third. At that juncture, the Indians held an 8–7 lead, and the game had the frenetic rhythm of a heavyweight bout, each side trading blows without hesitation.
But from that point forward, the Yankees did not merely respond—they imposed.
The fourth inning was decisive. The fifth was emphatic. The sixth, excessive. By then, the outcome was beyond doubt, and what remained was a kind of statistical theater—records approached, milestones matched, and one remarkable individual performance rising above even this avalanche of offense.
Zuby Ejiofor delivered a performance that will echo in postseason lore: three home runs, eight runs batted in, six runs scored, and a relentless presence in the heart of the Yankees lineup. Around him, the supporting cast was equally unyielding—German Cavazos scoring six times, Mark Martinez collecting three triples, and seemingly every batter contributing to the onslaught.
Cleveland, to its credit, did not fade quietly. Fourteen hits and nine runs would win many postseason games. But on this day, they were cast in the unfortunate role of witness to something far greater—an offensive eruption that defied conventional scale.
And so, the series—briefly tilting toward Cleveland—now settles into equilibrium at one game apiece.
As it shifts to Cleveland for Game 3, one suspects a return to something more recognizable as October baseball. Because what transpired here, in the damp chill of Yankee Stadium, was not typical of the postseason.
It was something altogether extraordinary.

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OOOH YEAHHHHH!!! DIG IT!!! The madness… the chaos… the PURE OCTOBER MAYHEM, brother!!!
The San Diego Padres and the Chicago Cubs didn’t just play baseball in Game 2 of the NLCS… they went to WAR in the final three innings, ohhh yesss!! Bats were crackin’, pitchers were crackin’ under pressure, and Wrigley Field turned into a battlefield, DIG IT!!!
Let me take you through it, inning by inning, SNAP INTO IT!!!
🔥 TOP 7TH — PADRES STRIKE FIRST
OOOH, Padres already up 8–3, but they ain’t done, no sir!!
Jeff Rucker steps in… BOOM!!! SOLO HOME RUN!!!
First pitch damage? NO… but when he got it—HE CRUSHED IT, YEAH!!
👉 Padres go up 9–3
Macho Man says: You think that’s enough?! NOOO! Because the storm is just getting started!!
⚡ BOTTOM 7TH — CUBS START THE COMEBACK
Now here come the Cubs… they ain’t dead, they’re just waking up, OHHH YEAH!!
Ji-won Park — BOOM!!! SOLO HOME RUN!!!
Crowd comes ALIVE, brother!!
Then it builds…
Cubs start stringing hits…
Pressure mounting…
And then… BIG DAMAGE strikes again!!
Alex Lozano — CRUSHES A 2-RUN HOME RUN!!!
👉 JUST LIKE THAT… it’s 9–6 Padres
Macho Man voice rising: THE MOMENTUM IS SHIFTING!! You can FEEL IT!!
💥 TOP 8TH — QUIET… TOO QUIET
Padres? Nothing.
Cubs pitchers? Holding the line.
And you know what that means, yeah…
👉 The tension is building… like a time bomb ready to EXPLODE!!
🌪️ BOTTOM 8TH — TOTAL INSANITY!!!
OH MY GOODNESS… THIS IS WHERE IT BREAKS LOOSE!!!
Padres bring in Matamoros… and everything FALLS APART!!
Walks… pressure… chaos…
Then…
💣 Justin Hopson — SOLO HOME RUN!!!
Now it’s 9–7
BUT WAIT… it gets worse!!
Bases get loaded… the crowd is shaking the stadium!!
Alex Lozano steps up again…
👉 CRACK!!! A 3-RUN TRIPLE!!!
HE CLEARS THE BASES!!!
👉 CUBS TAKE THE LEAD 10–9!!!
MACHO MAN IS LOSING HIS MIND:
THE CUBS JUST FLIPPED THE WHOLE SCRIPT, BROTHER!!!
FROM DOWN BIG… TO ON TOP!!!
☄️ TOP 9TH — PADRES REFUSE TO DIE!!!
You think it’s over?! NO CHANCE!! AND THEN… the moment of the night… THE CLUTCH OF ALL CLUTCH!
Chris Perkins — BOOM!!! TWO HOME RUN!!!
👉 Padres lead 11–10
Pinch hitter Marco Cervantes steps in…
👉 BOOOOOOM!!! SOLO HOME RUN!!!
PADRES ON TOP 12–10!!!
MACHO MAN: THAT AIN’T JUST A HIT… THAT’S A DAGGER THROUGH THE HEART, YEAH!!!
🧊 BOTTOM 9TH — SHUT THE DOOR!!!
Cubs try to answer… but this time…
No rally
No magic
No miracle
Padres closer comes in… SLAMS THE DOOR!!!
🧨 FINAL THOUGHT — PURE OCTOBER MADNESS
OOOH YEAHHH!!!
From the 7th through the 9th:
Padres score: 4 runs
Cubs score: 7 runs
LEAD CHANGES!!!
HOME RUNS!!!
A 3-RUN TRIPLE!!!
AND A PINCH-HIT BLAST THAT SHOOK THE EARTH!!!
This wasn’t baseball…
👉 THIS WAS CHAOS…
👉 THIS WAS DRAMA…
👉 THIS WAS MACHO MADNESS AT WRIGLEY FIELD!!!
AND THE SERIES?!
⚖️ TIED 1–1!!!
NEXT STOP: SAN DIEGO!!!
OOOH YEAHHHH!!!

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🎙️ Mike Francesa:
Alright, lemme tell ya something right now… I’ve been watchin’ baseball a long time… a LONG time… I have NEVER—never—seen a game like this. The New York Yankees beat the Cleveland Indians 24–20… TWENTY-FOUR TO TWENTY… in a playoff game! This isn’t baseball, this is a football score!
🎙️ Chris Russo:
MIKE!! MIKE!! I can’t even keep track of it! I need a SCORECARD, a CALCULATOR, and a THERAPIST after watchin’ this game! Seventeen to seventeen! Twenty to twenty! What is this, the Super Bowl?! WHAT IS THIS?!
🎙️ Francesa:
Let’s go through this calmly—if that’s even possible. Yankees up 1–0… Indians come right back 3–1… Yankees take it 4–3… then Cleveland blows it open 7–4… then 15–6 in the third inning!
🎙️ Russo (yelling):
FIFTEEN TO SIX IN THE THIRD INNING!!! THE GAME SHOULD BE OVER!! YOU GO HOME!! YOU TURN OFF THE RADIO!!
🎙️ Francesa:
Right! Game’s over! Done! Finished! Wrap it up!
🎙️ Russo:
BUT NOOOOOOOO!!!
🎙️ Francesa:
The Yankees score… and score… and score… they make it 15–9… then 17–9… then—this is where it gets ridiculous—they TIE THE GAME 17–17!
🎙️ Russo:
MIKE I’M SWEATIN’!!! I’M SWEATIN’ JUST THINKIN’ ABOUT IT!!! HOW DO YOU GIVE UP AN EIGHT-RUN LEAD IN A PLAYOFF GAME?! HOW?!
🎙️ Francesa:
Yankees take the lead at 20-17. And then Cleveland ties it AGAIN at 20–20! Indians come right back!
🎙️ Russo:
THIS IS A DISASTER!! A DISGRACE!! YOU CAN’T PITCH! NOBODY CAN PITCH! THE BULLPEN—WHERE IS IT?! WHO ARE THESE GUYS?!
🎙️ Francesa (leaning in):
And then… the difference in the game. One guy. One performance. Historic.
👉 Zuby Ejiofor.
Four home runs. EIGHT RBIs. Six runs scored.
🎙️ Russo:
FOUR HOME RUNS?! IN A PLAYOFF GAME?! MIKE THAT’S BABE RUTH STUFF!! THAT’S VIDEO GAME STUFF!!
🎙️ Francesa:
And don’t forget Cleveland had their own monster—
👉 Henri Veesaar, FOUR home runs, NINE RBIs!
🎙️ Russo:
AND THEY LOST!!! THEY LOST THE GAME!!! YOU HIT FOUR HOME RUNS AND YOU LOSE?! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!
🎙️ Francesa:
Because nobody—nobody—could get an out. Look at these pitching lines! Every pitcher gets shelled! This is batting practice!
🎙️ Russo:
THIS ISN’T PITCHING, MIKE, THIS IS A HOME RUN DERBY!! PUT A SCREEN UP! START FLIPPIN’ BALLS!!
🎙️ Francesa:
Final score settles at 24–20… Yankees take a 2–1 series lead… and Cleveland, I gotta tell ya, they’re gonna have nightmares about this one.
🎙️ Russo (rapid-fire):
Nightmares?! They’re gonna need counseling! You score TWENTY RUNS, MIKE!! TWENTY!! AND YOU LOSE THE GAME!! THE FANS ARE STUNNED!! THE MANAGER’S STUNNED!! I’M STUNNED!!
🎙️ Francesa (closing tone):
Game 4 tomorrow… and I’ll tell ya right now… after this? I have no idea what we’re gonna see. Could be 2–1… could be 18–17… who knows?
🎙️ Russo:
I’M BRINGIN’ A HELMET TOMORROW, MIKE!! JUST IN CASE THE BALLS START FLYIN’ INTO THE BOOTH!!
🎙️ Francesa:
24–20. Yankees lead the series. And Dog…
🎙️ Russo:
Yeah?!
🎙️ Francesa:
Try and get some sleep.
🎙️ Russo:
NO CHANCE!!! 😆

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OH! OHHHHHH!!! YOU CALL THAT BASEBALL?! THAT’S NOT A GAME—THAT’S A BAR FIGHT WITH BATS!!!
SEVENTEEN TO FOURTEEN?! WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE—KEEPING SCORE OR TAKING INVENTORY?!
You got the Chicago Cubs coming in like—“Hey, we’ll just casually drop EIGHT RUNS IN TWO INNINGS!!” EIGHT!! BEFORE THE FANS EVEN FINISH THEIR HOT DOGS!!!
And then—AND THEN—Birgir Irving… THIS GUY… THIS GUY THINKS HE’S PLAYING HOME RUN DERBY!!!
THREE HOME RUNS?! THREE?!
OH, YOU DIDN’T JUST BEAT THE PITCHER—YOU RUINED HIS LIFE!!!
FIRST ONE—BOOM!
SECOND ONE—BOOOOM!!
THIRD ONE—OH, NOW YOU’RE JUST BEING MEAN!!!
FIVE RUNS SCORED?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TAKING A JOG BETWEEN BASES OR RENTING PROPERTY OUT THERE?!
And the Padres?! DON’T THINK YOU’RE OFF THE HOOK!!!
YOU GIVE UP 17 RUNS—AND YOU STILL SCORE 14?!
WHAT IS THIS, A TRACK MEET?! NOBODY CAN STOP ANYBODY!!!
You got balls flying out of PETCO Park LIKE IT’S A FIREWORKS SHOW!!!
Pitchers are out there like—
“Hey coach… you got anything?”
“Yeah—I GOT NOTHING!!! GET BACK OUT THERE!!!”
Danny Speigel—TWO HOMERS!
Setton—THREE-RUN BOMB!
Jimenez—ANOTHER ONE!
IT DOESN’T MATTER!!! YOU’RE STILL LOSING!!!
AND THE CUBS BULLPEN—DON’T THINK I DIDN’T SEE YOU!!!
YOU TURN A BLOWOUT INTO A HEART ATTACK!!!
15-7… 17-13… 17-14…
I’M WATCHING THIS LIKE—
“ARE YOU TRYING TO WIN OR START A SUPPORT GROUP?!”
But in the end—Chicago walks out with it, 17-14, series lead 2-1…
AND EVERY PITCHER IN THIS GAME?
NEEDS ICE… THERAPY… AND A NEW CAREER!!!
OH! OH! OHHHHHH!!! WHAT A DISASTER!!! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!!!

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Mike Francesa:
Alright, lemme tell ya something right now… I mean this seriously—WHAT ARE WE WATCHING HERE?! SIXTEEN TO THIRTEEN?! This is an ALCS game or a slow-pitch softball league in Central Park?!
Chris Russo:
Mike—Mike—this is INSANE! This is one of the CRAZIEST playoff games I’ve ever seen! You got 29 runs, 30 hits, balls FLYIN’ outta the park—nobody can get anybody out!
Mike Francesa:
And I’ll tell you what the story is—Zuby Ejiofor. That’s the story. That’s it. Game over. THREE home runs, NINE RBIs, FIVE runs scored—he hit a GRAND SLAM in the eighth inning to basically put the thing away!
Chris Russo:
He DESTROYED the game, Mike! DESTROYED it! I mean Cleveland scores 13 runs—and they LOSE! You score 13 in a playoff game, you’re supposed to win by five!
Mike Francesa:
Not when you pitch like that! Their pitching was ATROCIOUS. Correa gets knocked out early, Garcia gives up bombs, Strayer gets hit—everybody gets hit!
Chris Russo:
And don’t let the Yankees off the hook either! McClure couldn’t get through FOUR innings! This game was 7-2… then 7-5… then 9-7 Cleveland… then 9-9—Mike, I couldn’t keep up!
Mike Francesa:
It was a track meet. That’s what it was. No rhythm, no pitching, just offense. But here’s the difference—Yankees have the big hammer. And his name is Ejiofor.
Chris Russo:
And what about Cleveland’s guy?! Veesaar! THREE home runs too! FIVE RBIs! He’s doin’ everything he can to keep ‘em alive!
Mike Francesa:
Doesn’t matter. Because the Yankees lineup is RELENTLESS. Carter homers, Culpepper homers, everybody chips in—and then Ejiofor drops the hammer in the eighth.
Chris Russo:
That grand slam—THAT’S the season right there! You could feel it! Crowd goes dead, series is basically over!
Mike Francesa:
Three-one series lead now. And let me tell ya—teams don’t come back from 3-1 against a team like this. Not this Yankees team.
Chris Russo:
No shot, Mike! No shot! This team won 140 games! They’re a MACHINE!
Mike Francesa:
Cleveland fought. You give ‘em credit. They didn’t quit. But their pitching? Not good enough. Not even close.
Chris Russo:
And now you gotta come back tomorrow and beat this offense AGAIN?! After THAT?! Good luck!
Mike Francesa:
Yankees are one win away. One. And unless something crazy happens, this thing is over.
Chris Russo (yelling):
BUT WHAT A GAME, MIKE!!! WHAT A GAME!!! THAT’S OCTOBER BASEBALL—NO PITCHING, ALL CHAOS!!!

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Harry Caray:
HOLY COW!!! I—I don’t even know where to BEGIN, folks! You talk about a ballgame—this wasn’t a ballgame, this was a stampede! The Chicago Cubs come into PETCO Park and they absolutely DEMOLISH the San Diego Padres—31 to 9!!!
31 RUNS!!! Are you kidding me?! Did they bring extra baseballs?! Did they run outta scoreboard space?!
And how about this kid—Birgir Irving! OH BABY! Five hits! THREE home runs! Eight runs batted in! He was swingin’ that bat like he was tryin’ to knock the Pacific Ocean outta California!
And it didn’t stop there! Lozano—FIVE hits! Evans scores FIVE runs! The Cubs lineup—top to bottom—was like a parade! Everybody gets a hit! Everybody scores! You get a run! You get a run! EVERYBODY GETS A RUN!
I mean, the second inning alone—SEVEN runs! By the third inning it’s 14-1 and you’re thinkin’, “Okay, maybe it slows down…” NOPE! They just keep POURING IT ON!
And the Padres—listen, you gotta feel for ‘em—they actually scored nine runs! NINE! In most games, that wins you the ballgame! Not today! Not in this wild, wacky, unbelievable afternoon!
Pitchers comin’ in, pitchers goin’ out—nobody could stop the bleeding! It was like tryin’ to plug a dam with a toothpick!
And now look at this—Cubs lead the series THREE games to one! One more win, and they’re headed to the World Series!
Folks… if you missed this one… you missed one of the CRAZIEST offensive explosions you’ll ever see!
Cubs 31… Padres 9…
HOLY COW!!!

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New York Yankees: 7th AL pennant
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Mike Francesa:
Alright, lemme tell ya somethin’ right now… the New York Yankees—this is what they do, okay? This is what they always do. They win pennants. Seven of ‘em now. Seven! And this one? This wasn’t just a win—this was a track meet!
24-18?! What is this, football?! What are we doin’?!
Chris Russo:
Mike, I mean—this game was INSANE! I’m lookin’ at the box score, I can’t even FOLLOW it! Every inning—boom! Home run! Boom! Triple! Boom! Steal! Nobody can get anybody out!
Francesa:
Dog, you had 19 hits apiece! Nineteen! And the Yankees still win by six runs! That tells you everything you need to know about the kind of offense they’re bringin’ to the table.
Russo:
And how about this Ejiofor guy?! .818 in the series?! TWENTY-THREE runs scored?! TWENTY-NINE RBIs?! That’s not a series—that’s a video game, Mike!
Francesa:
He was phenomenal. And that’s why he’s your MVP. But don’t lose sight of the bigger picture here—the Yankees lineup, one through nine, is relentless. Cavazos hittin’ three homers, Carver drivin’ in six, Martinez with five runs… this is an avalanche.
Russo:
But Mike, can we talk about the pitching for a second?! Because there was none! I mean, Bowden gives up eight runs and gets the WIN! How does that even happen?!
Francesa:
Because the other side gave up twenty-four, that’s how it happens! Nobody could get an out! The ball was flyin’ outta the yard like it had somewhere to be!
Russo:
And Cleveland scored EIGHTEEN runs and still lost the game at HOME! You gotta be SICK! Veesaar, Alay, Tamayo—they all hit bombs! Didn’t matter!
Francesa:
Didn’t matter. Because the Yankees are just better. That’s the bottom line.
Now here’s the big thing—they’re goin’ back to the World Series for the third time in four years. That’s not a fluke. That’s a dynasty knocking on the door.
Russo:
And Mike—they don’t even know who they’re playin’ yet! Cubs up 3-1 on the Padres—if it’s Chicago, that’s gonna be a WAR!
Francesa:
It will be. Cubs got the arms, got the momentum. But I’ll tell ya right now—the Yankees lineup? That travels. That plays anywhere.
Russo:
You score 24 runs in a clincher, Mike, I don’t care who you’re playin’—you’re feelin’ REAL good about yourself!
Francesa:
As they should. The Yankees are back where they expect to be—on top of the American League.
Now the question is simple…
Can anybody stop ‘em?

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Chicago Cubs: 1st NL Pennant
1940

For the first time in their long and often wistful history, the Chicago Cubs are going to the World Series.
Pause for a moment and consider what that means.
Not merely a pennant, not simply the culmination of a splendid summer—but a civic milestone. It has been twenty-five years since a team from Chicago last claimed a league championship, the Chicago White Sox in 1915. Entire generations have grown up in the shadow of that memory. Now, at last, the North Side has its own October anthem.
They did not merely win the League Championship Series—they overwhelmed it. A 19–10 clincher on the road against the San Diego Padres, a 4-games-to-1 verdict, and an offensive display that bordered on operatic. Eight runs here, nine runs there—an avalanche in spikes.
At the center of it all was Birgir Irving, who authored a performance that defies tidy description. A batting average north of .770 for the series. Ten home runs. Twenty runs batted in. Eighteen runs scored. In the decisive game, three home runs, each struck with the unmistakable authority of a player who understands the moment and enlarges it.
And yet, for all of Chicago’s brilliance—119 regular-season victories, the kind of total that in most years would make them the presumptive favorite—fate has arranged a compelling paradox.
Because waiting for them are the New York Yankees.
One hundred fifty-two wins.
A number that scarcely seems real. A season so dominant it redefines the boundaries of expectation. In almost any other October, the Cubs’ achievement would feel like destiny fulfilled. This year, it feels like destiny challenged.
So the Cubs go not as the hunted, but as the hunters. Not as prohibitive favorites, but as determined underdogs—despite winning 119 games.
That is the delicious symmetry of sport. A historic triumph on one side. A towering benchmark on the other.
Chicago, after a quarter century, returns to the grandest stage.
But to claim the ultimate prize, they must confront a titan.

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1940 World Series

The New York Yankees have won World Series titles in 1909, 1912, 1937 and 1939.

The Chicago Cubs have reached their first World Series.

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HEY! HEY!
Holy cow… what did we just SEE at Yankee Stadium?!
The Chicago Cubs walk into the Bronx—THE BRONX!—and they take Game 1 from the mighty New York Yankees… 14 TO 10!!
ARE YOU KIDDIN’ ME?!
This thing had EVERYTHING! Home runs, triples, runs flying all over the place—you needed a scoreboard, a calculator, and maybe a cold drink just to keep up!
Now let me tell ya… the Yankees came out SWINGIN’. Kassebaum—BOOM! Ejiofor—BOOM! Carter—BOOM! At one point it’s 5–3 New York and you’re thinkin’, “Okay, here come the 152-win Yankees… business as usual!”
BUT NOT TONIGHT!
The Cubs said—“No, no, no… not so fast!”
And then… the SEVENTH INNING.
OH, BABY!!
Six runs! SIX!! Lozano goes deep! Irving—ARE YOU SERIOUS?!—another bomb! Hopson joins the party! It was like batting practice in October!
And speaking of Irving…
BIRGIR IRVING!!
4-for-5… a home run… TWO triples… a double… TWELVE total bases!!
HOLY COW!! That’s not a ballgame—that’s a personal highlight reel!!
And the big hit? Joe Nation in the seventh—line drive, knocks in the go-ahead run! That’s the moment right there! That’s when the Cubs grabbed this thing and said, “We’re not afraid of you guys!”
Now the Yankees didn’t go quietly—no sir! They scored TEN runs! TEN! That lineup is STILL terrifying!
But tonight?
Tonight belonged to Chicago.
The Cubs… in the World Series… in Yankee Stadium… and they TAKE GAME ONE!
Cubs lead the series, one game to none!!
Heh—if this is how this series is gonna go…
You better buckle up, folks.
Because we are just getting STARTED!! ⚾🔥