They finally did it. With an 8-7, 10-inning win over the Indians in Game 7 of the World Series on Wednesday, the Chicago Cubs ended their 108-year title drought. Perhaps next season really will be the Nationals’ year.
Cleveland fans, in addition to having the Cavaliers’ NBA championship to lift their spirits, can take solace in the fact that the Indians put up a good fight against baseball’s best team, and indeed seemed to try to win the franchise’s first title since 1948. The same couldn’t be said for the 1908 Detroit Tigers, the last team to succumb to the Cubs in the World Series, or world’s series as it was known then.
There’s so much to love about these headlines from the front page of The Post on Oct. 15, 1908, the day after the Cubs defeated the Tigers in Game 5 to capture their second consecutive title.
“PLAYERS IN A SULKY MOOD.”
“Detroit Team Never Seems to Try Throughout Game.”
“EASY TASK FOR CHICAGO.”
“CUBS AGAIN ARE THE CHAMPIONS.” (Ho-hum.)
As The Post’s J. Ed Grillo explained in his game story, the players’ sulkiness and the Tigers’ apparent lack of effort had a lot to do with money. While players shared in the gate receipts from the first four games, they reaped no financial benefit from tickets sold to subsequent games.
By shutting out the Tigers for the second time in two days on their own grounds the Cubs today won the fourth game of the world’s series and the title of world’s champions.
The victory of the Chicagoans was not unforeseen. Everybody who judged the two teams from an unbiased standpoint conceded that the Tigers had but one chance in fifty to win the series. That opinion was strengthened this afternoon before [Wild Bill] Donovan had pitched three balls and the very action of the Tigers as they strolled to their positions. The players did not figure in today’s receipts, and their every movement showed it. Neither team displayed that spirit which one would expect with so much at stake–the one because it didn’t have to; the other because it didn’t want to.
It may be that the Cubs were willing to have the Tigers pay them another visit at Chicago tomorrow, but the Tigers refused the invitation. It was a listless game of ball–nothing more–in which one side could have made more runs had it desired, while the other seemed to be anxious to get the thing over with.
There was little or no enthusiasm, and had it not been for the fact that a few Chicago rooters armed with megaphones and filled with other things shouted from start to finish, Bennett park would have been a desirable place to take a siesta this afternoon.
What a difference 108 years makes.