When I was kid--long, long ago, I rooted for the Chicago Cubs baseball team. My excuse? I lived there and my dad was for them. They had an announcer who, when they won, would boom over the radio (no TV then), "Cubs win!" He never got a sore throat or any thing because they didn't--win, that is--very often. Never have they in all the years since. He'd have loved yesterday. They won--but hey, it wasn't their fault.
The Washington Nationals scored a run early. Just one, but their pitcher was throwing a no-hitter early. But the Cubs got a couple of singles and the Nats took him out. In the eighth a Cub singled, a pinch runner came in, went to second, then third, and then another Cub singled. Tie game; 1--1.
In the ninth, what turned out to be the winning run scored when a runner advanced after a foul ball was caught--yes, that's how it happened. Then the Nats came up--bottom of the ninth--and failed. I didn't hear anyone shout "Cubs win!"
I think they've forgotten the words.
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