|1945 World Series|
A young boy sat on the windowsill of his grandmother's Sheffield Ave. Brownstone, and watched his beloved Cubbies.
Binoculars in hand, and radio nearby, his view was unobstructed, straight down the first base line. Grandma would bring him a sandwich and ask for updates on the game.
The summer heat settling in the top floor apartment, coupled with an over-powering smell stinging his nostrils from his grandmother's "overuse" of Ben-Gay, made it imperative to lean as far out the window, as possible.
"Now, Kenny. Don't you fall," she'd warn.
A World Series appearance and win was always first and foremost on his mind.
The last Cubs pennant win was 1945; 7 months after he was born, so another pennant or series win was just around the corner.
It would be a lifetime before the Cubs would make it to another series. 71 years.
In case you're wondering, Ken isn't still sitting in the window of his grandmother's Brownstone, but he's just as excited now, as he was then, to see his team play.
It's been 7 decades for this long-suffering fan, but joy, along with relief, came flooding back.