Where were you on September 14, 2008?
The skies had been opened wide for 3 days straight, the rain pouring onto the ground. The earth swelled and the water rose above, puddles becoming ponds and ponds becoming lakes. The air shifted colder and colder, a sense of forboding permeating the day. People are suffering throughout the South as the flooding brought back unsettling thoughts of destruction and loss. Nothing was right in the world.
Until Carlos Zambrano took the mound, prepared to show Houston a REAL hurricane.
Like a gunslinger or a gladiator returning from oblivion, Zambrano took the mound and the fate of his squad in his right hand. Geovany Soto nodded his head and extended his fingers and the game was under way.
As if on queue, the rain stopped and moved to the East. As if knowing what was happening, the air warmed a bit and the clouds separated. Something was Brewing.
6th inning, seventh. Eighth inning, 9th.
Over three decades of waiting and there it was. Before our very eyes, another record was achieved and the first no-hitter since Milt Pappas was in the record books.
It was a symphony. It was a masterpiece.
I will remember where I was, my sons sleeping in the other rooms, too young to know what this meant.
I will remember hitting record on my DVR, knowing that this was something to cherish and keep forever.
I will remember forgetting all the wrongs and ills in the world, if only for just a couple moments, as My Team mobbed Our Ace.
I will remember my friend texting me to tell me that this was his greatest day as a Cubs fan. I could sense the tears welling in his eyes that he could not have watched it with his father who taught him to be a Cubs fan.
I will remember that this was something that I will tell my kids about when they are older.
This was the moment the 2008 Cubs ceased to be a team rather than The Team.
I will always remember September 14, 2008.