Chicago finally has a World Series Championship. It didn’t come the way we Cub fans were hoping, but the second longest drought in pro sports has been ended, and that’s something. As I said before, I did not root for or against the Sox in the playoffs, I just sort of took it all in as an impartial observer. As a baseball fan, I had to be impressed with the White Sox. Everytime the door cracked open even a little, they put their shoulder on it, and forced their way in. I also had to marvel at the sorry state of the National League, which hasn’t won a World Series game since 2003. But I am first and foremost a Cubs fan, and I have to say I was curious. You see, like it or not, White Sox and Cubs fans were, until yesterday, in the same boat. Both had ridiculously long World Series droughts, and while the Red Sox were (until 2004) thrown in with us, they weren’t the same, as they’d at least made a few trips to the Series since 1960. I had a question that only a White Sox fan could answer for me, and luckily I knew a good one. Contrary to popular belief, not all Sox fans are meth using Cubs haters. My buddy from college, Nate, has been a Sox fan since before he could walk, and in the decade I’ve known him, he’s never made it his business to tell me how bad my team was. In fact, he even tried to convince me that they were going to win game 7 in 2003. So I figured I could trust Nate to answer my question for me: what’s it like for your team to FINALLY win the World Series?

Here’s his answer:

The weirdest part of this whole thing is I’m not even certain it’s completely sunk in yet. I know they won and I was giddy at first. But the most surprising emotion I have had since that final out was this: Relief. I am absolutely relaxed. You dream about this day coming for years. Things happen that prevent the joy of a world championship. Take my experiences and add onto the fact that my life span is only a third of the amount of time the White Sox waited between World Series championships and you can’t help but feel like a world championship is never going to happen. And then, when I least expected it to happen (you remember I had no confidence in this team at the beginning of the year), the White Sox win the World Series. It’s an incredible feeling, but it completely releases all of the years of frustration and heartache from missed opportunities and unfulfilled expectations. And it shows me how blessed I am that I had the opportunity to see this happen when my grandfather lived for 84 years and never got to see this day. When you put that into perspective, the whole thing can really overwhelm you. But right now, and I don’t mean to steal anything from Bill Simmons, I truly am at peace.

And this will happen for you someday. There’s no doubt in my mind. A part of me thinks that the Cubs will win next year. To me, that would seem almost appropriate. Three straight years of the three most doomed franchises winning the World Series. The overhyped Red Sox first. The nationally beloved Cubs last. And the White Sox in the middle, sandwiched between the two teams that overshadowed them for so long. It’s poetic.

See? White Sox fans aren’t all so bad. And while my team didn’t win it, I can at least be happy for the White Sox fans that I know(hi mom) who have been waiting their whole lives for this.

And Nate can finally put away his Jerry Dybzinski voodoo doll.

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