Before the start of game seven of the 2016 World Series I didn’t know what was about to happen but I did know, deep inside, that it was going to be special. When Dexter Fowler led off the game with a deep drive over the center field wall at Progressive Field, the roar of the crowd was a lot louder than I, and most likely all the members of the Cleveland Indians and their fans, expected to hear.
It was with disbelief that I stood, just a few seats away from Bill Murray and Eddie Vedder, and watched that ball fly into the Cleveland night sky, wondering, ‘Could it be? Is it?’ Watching and waiting for the ball to land, only to see Cleveland’s center fielder Rajai Davis leap into the air. ‘Did he catch it?’ And then, the look on Dexter Fowler’s face, the reaction from the Cubs’ dugout, and I, along with all the Cubs fans in attendance, knew it was gone.
That was the start of the most magical night most of us have ever witnessed in all of baseball. A night that was made for a Hollywood script, except it was so surreal, so unbelievable, that even Hollywood may have rejected that script. No, that was a game that only the Cubs could conjure, a fantasy ending to, what sometimes felt like, an almost endless period of hard times and losing. This was an ending that only we, as Cubs’ fans, get to have, an ending that could only be scribed by the baseball gods.
There was a lot that happened in that game, on that magical night in Cleveland, Ohio. Fortunately for all of us, Dexter Fowler has done something really cool. He wrote a blog post to describe that night and his feelings as he played in the game, including his account of what really happened with his base-running when he did what looked like a little dance rounding first base – you’re not going to believe the real story.
As Fowler says in his very first sentence, “Game 7 of the World Series was crazy.” Yes, yes it was. And thank you, baseball gods, for that.
— Dexter Fowler (@DexterFowler) November 11, 2016