As a nurse I only have to work three shifts a week, and I can stack them to work six in a row and take eight off without missing any time so I worked the night of game 1 (boo), recovered the night of game 2 (yay!), and traveled with the team the day before game 3. EVER.Īfter Cleveland beat the Blue Jays we booked Southwest award flights Chicago-Cleveland and a refundable hotel room by the Cleveland airport, and the next day Hendricks slayed Kershaw and the Cubs clinched their first pennant in 71 years. For the record they were $300 apiece for game 6 and $210 apiece for game 7. Bada bing, World Series tickets at face value. Since I was working, Greg forwarded my email to aforementioned cousin, another die-hard Cubs fan, and the two of them jumped online when they went live and Greg was able to secure two tickets to game 6, his cousin two tickets to game 7 (THANK YOU JIMBAR!). While Cubs postseason tickets are so popular you have to enter a lottery to have a chance (I’ve only ever heard of two people who were drawn), we both received invites for a pre-sale on Indians tickets. Thinking something was amiss, he went on the Cleveland website and found they were still offering a chance to sign up for postseason tickets- unlike Chicago- so he entered both our emails via the Indians Insider. He found plenty of tickets for sale in Toronto, and even Los Angeles and Chicago, but very few in Cleveland and those standing room only. During the ALCS Greg started searching for World Series tickets in both Cleveland and Toronto, in case his beloved Cubbies won the NLCS over the Dodgers. I’m currently working a 13 week travel assignment in Tulsa, but before I signed I made sure to write days into my contract for as much of the World Series as I could manage without missing any time at work.
But how did two cheapskates like us possibly make it to those huge events? Well, Wrigley was easy, as Greg and his cousin are season ticket holders, but it was thanks to some amazing foresight on Greg’s part that we got to Cleveland. Greg and I got to go to games 4, and 6, and were incredibly, undeniably, unbelievably (I won’t say lucky because it wasn’t luck) fortunate to have seen the Cubs’ 108 year drought come to an end in person on a rainy night in Cleveland.