A walk off grandslam from Jason Dubois?

a suicide squeeze scoring Ron Coomer.

Bases are loaded, two outs, bottom of the 13th, game 7. Cubs have used all their pinch-hitters. Carlos Zambrano is called on to pinch-hit. He swings at the first pitch, a curve that lands in the dirt. He steps back, composes himself, steps back in. He fouls back a heater that was just a bit outside. Everyone’s standing. He takes another heater off the plate. The crowd gasps – Carlos took a pitch. Then, the pitch, another heater, left over the middle – Carlos swings, there’s the crack of the bat, and everyone goes wild – but the ball hooks foul. Carlos breaks the bat over his knee. As he’s getting another bat, Ron thinks he notices a little limp. Is Carlos ok? He digs in. The pitch comes in – another nasty biting curve and Carlos pulls the trigger, swinging with all his might – and, he swings through the pitch corkscrewing and stumbling to the ground – but in all the sound and fury and mighty motion of Big Z, the C misses the ball, it goes scooting to the back and Geovany Soto at third comes charging in for the plate. Carlos takes a few precious seconds to figure out what’s going on as the C runs for the ball. Carlos runs, limping, to first and just beats the throw – which ends up going wide of the bag and down into RF. And Big Z keeps running, rounding first, pumping his fists as he limps around the bases for an inside-the-park-strikeout-HR.

balks with the bases loaded in the 9th. Cubs win.

Oh, well.

To me, it doesn’t matter when or where as long as Kerry Wood is on the mound saving the game. He is the modern-day face of the franchise, and has gone through so much on his way back to, I believe, being on the cusp of becoming a dominant closer.

I don’t know whose smile will be bigger, his or mine.

The whole city and the country go crazy for a solid week.

For myself, I see myself watching the Cubs in total relaxation from that point on, finally having the attitude of “oh well, good effort guys, get ‘em next time” when they lose. Or I may pack it in and not have any interest in the Cubs and MLB any longer. The Cubs would be the last of my favorite MLB clubs to win a World Series in my lifetime, so once that “Mt. Everest” has been scaled I might turn to fishing or gardening.

Down 3-0 in the bottom of the ninth. Bases loaded Soriano comes up and is in the middle of one of his bad streaks. Ideally we are facing either the White Sox or Yankees. Soriano comes up and sends the first pitch into the bleachers for the walk-off grand slam. That would be the last time anyone ever complained about him.

Realistically I think it would happen on the road and end up being Wood on the mound and some sort of lazy pop up that lands in the glove of D-Lee.

Now this thread has jinxed us from winning until every player mentioned in it has left the team.

Bottom of the 14th of game 6 at Wrigley. My heart couldn’t take a game 7 okay?

Kerry comes in and shuts down the opposing side on 3 Ks. Bottom of the 14th the bench is depleted so Lou has him hit for himself.

He swings and knocks it off the scoreboard Cubs win the world series.

I scream, I cry I hug everyone around me my dad, my brothers, my husband, everyone in our season tickets. Then I hug the people around us that have been around us for years.

And come home for the party to end all parties here!

Any predictions on how long after the game we’ll be partying here after they win it?

I think everyone will want to stay up at least til Al gets home. And Al I’m guessing you’ll be staying pretty long. We’ve all waited for this our entire lives. When it happens we won’t want to sleep.

ANd also I will want to watch my tape of it including one I will have with WGN dubbed over the Fox broadcast.

Also I will be thinking of my stepdad, my grandparents, my uncles who have all passed on and about how they would love to see it and hope there’s baseball on TV in heaven.

And while I’ve been a loyal fan for 35 years I will be so happy for the old timers like my Dad and my aunt and my mom and my in laws who have been fans for over 60 years.

And if I hadn’t lost it completely yet I know I will lose it when

1. I see Ron Santo

2. They change the AC sign

3. Everyone starts singing Go Cubs Go.

4. When they present the trophy.

Okay how would you do the music if you’re the Wrigley music guy?

I’d start out with Go Cubs Go immediately followed by We Are the Champions and then Take Me Out to the Ballgame.

I don’t think the song would ever fit a champion like it would the Cubs especially this version.

The fans part
I’ve paid my dues
Time after time
I’ve done my sentence but commited no crime

The management
And bad mistakes I’ve made a few
I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face but I’ve come through

We are the champions my friend
and we keep on fighting to the end
We are the champions we are the champions
No longer losers cause we are the champions of the world

Other songs that could go that night would be

“These are the Days” by Van Morrison just for the opening line “These are the days of the endless summer” and later on “The fires of spring are kindling bright”

And the NL title song would be “Here’s to the Winners” by Frank Sinatra because it talks of “Here’s to the glory still to be”

Im also guessing this board would crash from too many user trying to log on.

Bottom of the 9th, Game 7 at Wrigley Field.

Derrek Lee on second, 2 outs Kouske Fukudome at the plate. on a 3 -2 count fukudome lines a screaming liner down the right field line, Derrek Lee off the the sound of the bat heads to the plate, the right fielder fields the ball…. the throw to the plate.

SAFE!!!!!!!!!!!!

AND THE CHICAGO CUBS HAVE WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!!

Game 7, Cubs are down to their last out. Pitcher due up. The only position player left is Felix Pie, who comes on to pinch hit. On a 3-2 count he reaches for an outside fastball and sends it soaring to the left field bleachers where Al reaches up and the homerun ball glances off his hands and goes onto Waveland where ballhawk leaps and grabs it. Ballhawk sells the ball on E-Bay, and with the proceeds, buys the Cubs, installs Al as GM and the Cubs begin their dynasty.

one Aramis Ramirez walkoff 2-run homer, please.

But we don’t say the W.S. words in my house! When we do though, i’ve promised to run out in the front yard naked and i’m now 44yrs old(already not a pretty sight).