All summer long my routine for night-time Cubs games (when I wasn't busy...which wasn't often) was to go out in my garage on my dad's old Lazy Boy, have a beverage (and sometimes) a cigar, and listen to the game on the radio while enjoying the quiet suburban night with my dog.
Of course I know that this routine had absolutely nothing to do with the Cubs' incredible season. I'm not a moron. However...when game time rolled around last night, I decided to respect the streak. Again, I know this had absolutely nothing to do with the win. However...
