it was a beautiful night. instead of sitting in my seat in the upper deck i roamed around taking in the views from everywhere.

outside people wore their AC/DC Giants jerseys

and inside they wore giraffe hats for some reason

i had never been to the new AT&T Park before, but the smells of the garlic fries brought back memories of when i sold hot dogs and beers at The Stick back in ’97. Could it really have been 20 years ago?

TIME FLIES LIKE A MOTHER

there were Cub fans in the house but not many. Giants fans dont sell their tickets. they use them and I appreciate them for that.

but as i roamed around nothing felt right. if i stood somewhere and the cubs got a hit, i stayed there, but nothing worked. they couldnt get anything going.

if you remember, back in 2006 when i drove around the country i went to the Bears – Cards game in Arizona. the Bears were losing by 20 points in the 4th quarter. i left a little early and the Bears made an incredible comeback that made Dennis Green freak out in the post game interview.

THE BEARS WERE WHO WE THOUGHT THEY WERE! AND WE LET THEM OFF THE HOOK.

the lesson i thought i learned that night was never leave a game because anything can happen. but when i was at the Giants game i thought to myself, maybe i can help the Cubs make a similar comeback if i just sacrificed my own personal joy for a bigger personal joy and leave.

so i left.

i walked down the street. i tweeted what i was doing. i told everyone i was doing it to give the Cubs luck.

it didnt look good for them, they were down by 3 in the 7th when i left. some dope was 2-hitting them. as i walked through the streets of San Fran i bought an It’s It ice cream.

the plan was to do anything that i didn’t do the night before when the Cubs lost.

so i walked to the parking lot and got in the car and drove across the beautiful Bay Bridge.

nothing.

they were still losing.

i drove south down the East Bay. i was going fast thanks to the lack of traffic.

i had the game on the radio in the car.

i drove and drove.

nothing.

then when i got on the 5 freeway things got better.

we got a hit. then Rizzo walked.

then there were some pitching changes. Contrareous or however you spell his name, our rookie catcher hit a screamer up the middle. two runs scored.

then Javy Baez tied it up. then Jason Heyward gave us the lead.

i was screaming in my car because i knew.

i knew it wasnt the Frisco Bullpen who had blown so many games, who was blowing this one, the most important one.

i knew that it was me. tony pierce. biggest cub fan alive. i had done it.

i was the missing ingrediant and i had to get out of the kitchen and drive all night like springsteen.

and then our flamethrowing closer came in and flamethrew and south of Tracy i pulled over to a truck stop and screamed and honked my horn and danced around my car and thanked the Lord Above because the Cubs had won.

the Cubs Beat the Giants.

In an Even Year.

At thier House.

and Cub fans jumped into the Bay and commandeered sail boats and raised the W flag.

and on the field the Cubs celebrated.

and in the Benz, hoarse, i called my mom and she was all, they did what?

THEY DID IT ALL MA!