My longtime friend Dave Jacobs is from Chicago, and a lifetime, long-suffering Cubs fan. I've been emailing with him during the series. This morning I wanted to see if I ever felt the way he must feel today, and I found something. Here's what I wrote him just now. 

Dave, of course even though I was rooting for the Cubs, they are not my team. So I don't feel the closure you must feel. I tried to remember how I felt in 1969 and 1986, but it wasn't the same thing. In 1969, I was too young to understand that the world wasn't magical that way. It just seemed the way it should be, that the Mets go from being the worst team ever to winning the World Series, in a few short years. And in 1986 I was in Calif, and busy with my company, and while I did get to share it with other Mets fans, I couldn't focus on it for more than a day or two. And while 1986 was as much of a miracle as 1969, the Mets never had a drought anything like the one the Cubs just broke.

So I tried to figure out when I had a feeling like the one you must have today, and I believe found it. 

It's somehow very connected to this whole thing.