The storm, the speech and the inside story of the Cubs’ Game 7 triumph
The drought, as all eventually do, ended with help from above. Rain, glorious cool rain on a strangely warm November evening, fell on Progressive Field in Cleveland just as the Chicago Cubs were about to flush away their 108th consecutive season without a World Series title, none more harrowing than this one.
The rain fell not in a deluge nor in buckets, but in a gentle spray, as if the timer on heaven’s sprinklers had kicked in. It fell with the bare minimal amount of force to coax umpires into stopping the seventh game of the 112th World Series just after nine innings had been completed in a 6–6 tie. Grounds crew personnel began the choreography of pulling the tarpaulin on the field. The Cubs trudged back toward the clubhouse to wait out the delay.
The last people to leave the dugout were pitcher Aroldis Chapman and catcher Willson Contreras. Chapman throws a baseball harder than any man alive, and at 6’4” and 215 pounds he is, in the words of his manager, Joe Maddon, a mass of “wrapped steel.” This monument of a man departed weeping. Contreras walked by his side with his arm around Chapman’s broad shoulders. The woeful picture did well to capture the sentiment of Cubs Nation at the moment, a brotherhood of tears and misery.
It was Chapman who in the previous inning, with Chicago four outs away from the title and holding a 6-3 lead, had allowed a run-scoring double and a two-run homer to the first two batters he faced, Brandon Guyer and Rajai Davis. The lead and the semblance of optimism Cubs fans can allow themselves dissipated that quickly.
“Guys, weight room! Won’t take long!”
The purposeful, deep voice rang out loudly.
What happened next is a story that will be told one hundred years from now, just as the oral history of the last century overflowed with tales of Babe Ruth’s called shot and flubbed grounders, pet goats and black cats, lovable losers and deflected foul balls, and assorted other misdeeds and pratfalls that defined Cubs baseball. The difference with this story as compared to everything else that happened over the previous 107 years is that this time it ends with the Cubs winning the World Series.
That’s right. The Chicago Cubs are World Series champions. Shout it from the rooftops of Waveland and Sheffield. The last time anybody spoke such words Joshua Chamberlain, a hero at the Battle of Gettysburg, was alive. That such a development could be real is astounding enough. But how it happened was nothing short of a freak of nature.
“I said before the series that a sweep wouldn’t do it,” said Cubs principal owner Tom Ricketts. “It would have to be something epic. And that was epic, wasn’t it?”
Said first baseman Anthony Rizzo, “That rain delay was the most important thing to happen to the Chicago Cubs in the past 100 years. I don’t think there’s any way we win the game without it.”
The one with the deep, purposeful voice was Jason Heyward, the Cubs $184 million dollar rightfielder who was batting .106 for the postseason after a disappointing regular season in which he hit just .230 with seven home runs. As the players left the first-base dugout and went into a hallway that leads to stairs up to the clubhouse, Heyward called them into a long, rectangular weight room off the hallway.
Maddon saw them in the room and kept walking back to his office. He rarely has meetings with his players and estimates he has held only about three of them in the past 10 years, and never in his home clubhouse.
“If you have a meeting,” Maddon said, “it’s usually because something bad is going on. And I never liked having them in the home clubhouse because it poisons the room and the poison kind of stays there. Better to have it on the road, where you leave it.”
So Maddon didn’t bother to inquire what was going on in the weight room.
“It’s crazy how things happen for a reason,” he said. “But I walk off and I see them all gathering in that little room down below there, and they had a meeting. And I’m upstairs just checking out the weather map. I’m not a meetings guy. I love when players have meetings, I hate when I do. So they had their meeting and the big part of it was, we don’t quit. We don’t quit.”
Cubs president Theo Epstein met with Maddon in his office to confer about what to do next about their pitching. Maddon had already improvised with his plan when he inserted Jon Lester into the fifth inning in relief of Kyle Hendricks with a runner at first base and two outs. In a pregame strategy session, the last thing Epstein and Maddon agreed upon was that Lester, because of his mental block throwing to bases and his limited history of relief work, would enter a game only at the start of an inning.
But Maddon abandoned the agreement because he wanted the lefty Lester to face lefthanded hitting Jason Kipnis. A single, an error and a wild pitch later, two runs had scored.
While Epstein met again with Maddon during the rain delay, his phone buzzed with a text. The message instructed him to meet in a suite behind home plate with Peter Woodfork, MLB senior vice president of baseball operations, about the anticipated length of the delay. Epstein walked out of Maddon’s office and down the flight of stairs that led to the hallway that led to the dugout. As he passed the weight room on his left, however, Epstein suddenly stopped. He saw his entire team in there. No coaches—only players—were in the room, so Epstein remained outside and listened. Heyward was leading the meeting.
“We’re the best team in baseball and we’re the best team in baseball for a reason,” Heyward said. “Now we’re going to show it. We play like the score is nothing-nothing. We’ve got to stay positive and fight for your brothers. Stick together and we’re going to win this game.”
Other players began to speak up.
“Chappy, we’ve got you. We’re going to pick you up.”
“This is only going to make it better when we win.”
Epstein smiled. Only moments earlier, when Davis had hit his dagger of a home run off Chapman to tie the game at 6 with two outs in the eighth, Epstein’s heart had sunk.
“You blow a three-run lead with four outs to go …” Epstein said. “I’m thinking five years of sacrifice and hard work by so many people is about to go by the wayside. You know how hard it is to win an extra-inning World Series game on the road? Not good.”
Indeed, visiting teams were 22–34 in extra-inning World Series games, including 0–3 in Game 7s.
Epstein took over the Cubs after a contentious divorce from the Red Sox following the 2011 season. Starting with Chicago’s Instructional League teams that winter, he set about changing the Cubs’ culture so that members of the organization expected to thrive and win with an attention to detail and camaraderie, rather than expecting to lose. “That’s so Cub” became shorthand for playing baseball the right way, of going the extra mile. Eavesdropping on the players-only meeting, Epstein suddenly lost that doomsday feeling Davis’ home run had triggered in him.
“I saw our guys meeting and it snapped me back,” he said. “It reminded me of how much I admired them and how tough they are, how connected they’ve stayed with each other, and the great things human beings can accomplish when they set out to achieve for other people, not for themselves.
“That’s something that made this organization what it is now. From my position, I can see it: the sacrifice the scouts make when they drive the extra miles to get that last look at a player, the minor league coaches putting in extra hours, the big league coaches crushing video, the players working on their weaknesses, picking their teammates up–you get to see that stuff all the time. That’s what makes a great organization. That’s Cub.
“Right then I thought, We’re winning this f—ing game.”
Said Rizzo, “All game long I was burning nervous energy. I was a wreck. I kept thinking, This is Game 7 of the World Series! I thought about all the people in Chicago and how much this meant to them. Going in you try to treat it like another game, but once I was on the field it was so emotional. But after we had that meeting, I knew we were going to win. It was only a matter of how and when.”
The clock approached midnight when the rain began. The delay lasted only 17 minutes, not much longer than the time it took to unroll the tarp and then roll it back up again. It was crazy, the timing of it all. The Cubs and the Indians had combined this year to play more than 400 games, including spring training, and with the score tied after nine innings in the final game of the World Series, they were forced to take a break. It was the ultimate dramatic pause in the telling of a story, perhaps a final wink and a nod from the baseball gods before fortune really turned for the Cubs.
“A little divine intervention never hurt,” Epstein said.
As Maddon prepared to return to the dugout, he stepped out from behind his desk in the visiting manager’s office, the one with two open packages of dark chocolate bars—“For brain stimulation”—and an 8 × 10 picture of Hall of Fame Orioles manager Earl Weaver that Maddon carried with him as both inspiration and totem throughout the World Series. Then he grabbed a faded periwinkle blue Angels cap—the outdated one with a wings logo—and stuffed it into the back of his waistband and underneath his hoodie.
The hat belonged to his father, Joe, or as they knew him around Hazelton, Pa., Joe the Plumber. Joseph Anthony Maddon worked 60 years at C. Maddon & Sons Plumbing and Heating, a family business begun in the 1950s by Carmen Maddon, an immigrant from Italy. Five sons followed. Much of the pipes in Hazelton were serviced by the Maddon boys. Three of them, including Joe, who often would be found with a Phillies Cheroot between his teeth, raised families in the apartments above the shop on 11th street.
Joe the Plumber died in April 2002, when Joe was bench coach for the Anaheim Angels. Six months later, the Angels won the World Series. During the clinching Game 7, Joe would sneak back to the clubhouse and rub his dad’s hat for luck. In the ninth inning, he brought the hat to the dugout with him. He placed it on a shelf and under his scouting report binder, facing the field “so he could see the last out of winning the World Series.”
Said Joe, “I carry it with me everywhere I go. It’s always with me.”
Fourteen years later, with the hat stuffed into his waistband, Maddon returned to the dugout for the finale of another Game 7.
“It’s incredible how this all plays out sometimes,” he said. “You have to believe in order to see things, and I do believe. But it was great to have my dad there for two World Series victories.”
Maddon and Epstein had already decided that Jake Arrieta, who had started and won Game 6 the previous day while throwing 102 pitches, would relieve the weary Chapman in the bottom of the 10th inning.
The first batter to come to the plate after the rain delay was Kyle Schwarber, the 24-year-old designated hitter who is the walking definition of “That’s so Cub.” Epstein and general manager Jed Hoyer took Schwarber with the fourth overall pick of the 2014 draft, which some critics derided as a reach because Schwarber, a catcher/outfielder, seemed best suited to DH.
In the third game of the season this year, Schwarber wrecked two ligaments in his left knee when he collided in the outfield with centerfielder Dexter Fowler. Doctors told the Cubs he would be lucky if he could play by the second half of the winter league season. But Schwarber attacked his rehabilitation with gusto and even attended routine scouting report meetings for catchers about how to attack opposing hitters, a practice he continued in the postseason.
“I just love baseball,” Schwarber said, when asked why an inactive player would take such an active role in game-planning. “I’m always looking for ways to get better, so that can only help.”
Schwarber came off six months of inactivity to hit .350 in the World Series. In serving as the DH, he learned a routine to get himself sharp in between at-bats. He would hit off a tee in an indoor cage, then hit off a pitching machine cranked to more than 100 mph.
“I want to get myself ready to hit velocity,” he said.
Because of the meeting, Schwarber did not hit in the cage before his leadoff at-bat in the 10th against Bryan Shaw.
“I had already faced him three times,” Schwarber said. “I knew what was coming.”
He rifled a single through the shift against him on the right side. Maddon sent Albert Almora Jr. in to run for Schwarber.
The next batter, Kris Bryant, had been fighting cramps all night. He received treatment for cramps in his right arm between innings. His legs throbbed.
“Never had cramps on any level playing baseball,” Bryant said. “Just a lot of nervous energy in Game 7, I guess.”
Bryant blasted a long fly ball that chased Davis to the wall in centerfield where he made the catch so deeply that Almora had plenty of time to tag and advance.
“Just instinct,” Almora said. “As a centerfielder myself, once I read that he’s coasting and camping underneath the ball, I know he’s going to catch it and I have time.”
Cleveland manager Terry Francona opted to intentionally walk Rizzo, who was 2-for-2 against Shaw, to pitch to Zobrist. When the Series began Maddon called Zobrist “the perfect protector” for Rizzo, preferring his switch-hitting bat behind Rizzo’s lefthanded stick.
Shaw jumped ahead of Zobrist 1-and-2, then threw a nasty inside cutter that Zobrist fended off in the manner of someone shooing bees away from them. Batting lefthanded, he somehow fouled the pitch off the screening in front of the third-base dugout. When Shaw came back with another cutter, this one away from Zobrist, the Chicago leftfielder sliced it down the leftfield line for a double, chasing Almora home. After another intentional walk, this one to Addison Russell, catcher Miguel Montero knocked in another run with a single, putting the Cubs ahead, 8-6.
Arrieta no longer was needed for emergency duty. With a lead, Maddon gave the ball to Carl Edwards Jr., a 25-year-old former 48th-round pick who was, in Epstein’s words, “the third player in a trade” with Texas in 2013.
Edwards retired the first two batters, but couldn’t get the last. He walked one and gave up a run-scoring single to Davis. Maddon removed Edward and brought in Mike Montgomery, his fifth pitcher of the night.
“That’s the way Joe set it up,” pitching coach Chris Bosio said. “If anybody got on base it was going to be [Montgomery’s] curveball against them. We were very comfortable with that. He loves throwing here [at Progressive Field]. He just loves the dirt and the slope of the mound—it’s a little flatter—so we liked him there.”
Montgomery, 27, had never saved a major league game among his 65 career appearances and here he was being asked to save the title of the century. A July trade acquisition from Seattle, Montgomery is typical of the players Epstein and Hoyer seek.
“We try to find players just before they are about to pop,” Epstein said.
Epstein and Hoyer had been fishing for bigger names on the trade market, but pro scouting director Jared Porter and director of major league scouting Kyle Evans kept pushing for Montgomery. In a year from now, they told Epstein, he would have the value of a solid four-pitch starter.
The Cubs’ World Series roster was chock full of those about-to-pop acquisitions, including Game 7 starter Hendricks and Rizzo (2012 trades), pitcher Hector Rondon (2012 Rule 5 pick), pitchers Arrieta, Edwards, Pedro Strop and Justin Grimm (2013 trades), Russell (2014 trade) and Montgomery (2016 trade).
“Montgomery is a 15-game winner just waiting to happen,” Maddon said.
The World Series came down the Montgomery against Michael Martinez, a little-used bench player who was hitless in three postseason at-bats. Martinez tapped a slow roller toward Bryant, the third baseman. As he set himself to throw Bryant’s right foot slipped on the wet grass. In any of the previous 107 years, the slippage might have caused an errant throw, extending the inning toward more heartbreak and infamy.
But for the Cubs, there are two epochs now: what came before the rain and what came after. Bryant managed to get the ball accurately to Rizzo, the first baseman, who squeezed it for the final out.
It was a cleansing rain.
Maybe the night had to be this dramatic—a midnight passing shower, a seventh game requiring more than nine innings, probably even the greatest seventh game ever played—to end the biggest burden in sports.
“Right now,” bench coach Dave Martinez, a former player for the Cubs, said after Game 7, “I think about the parents and the grandparents—all the people who waited for this day and the many of them who never lived to see it. I hear it all the time from fans. ‘My dad is spinning in his grave.’ They tell stories about loved ones who rooted for the Cubs and never saw them win. Those are the people I think about—and all the players who came before us, guys like Ernie [Banks] and [Ron] Santo.”
Maybe the whole series had to be this dramatic. Chicago fell behind three games to one in the series. Only three teams, and none since the 1979 Pirates, had come from the kind of deficit to win the World Series on the road. The Cubs trailed, 1–0, in Game 5, six innings from elimination. But that’s when Bryant homered and Rizzo doubled on back-to-back pitches in the fourth, the building blocks to a three-run inning that was just enough to win, 3–2, the jumpstart to the comeback.
Before that game, facing elimination, Rizzo stripped down to nothing and shadowboxed around the clubhouse as Rocky played on the TV monitors. “Got to go the distance!” he shouted. He stepped to the plate in the first inning that night to the movie’s theme song.
By the time the Cubs reached Game 7, Rizzo had an entire pre-game lounge act working in the clubhouse. Besides the Rocky pantomime, he sang or quoted inspirational words from movies such as Any Given Sunday, Little Giants, Miracle on Ice and Remember the Titans, among others, while the clubhouse stereo blasted AC/DC.
It’s the way the Cubs prepared for and played baseball—with an insouciance that couldn’t be bothered with nonsense about goats and curses.
“I think that’s why they did it,” said David Ross, the 39-year-old backup catcher who hit a home run in Game 7, his last game before retirement. “They’re young players who have been successful their whole careers, so they expect to succeed.”
Maybe to be a Cub meant something entirely new this year. How fitting that it was Heyward, a bust as far as the production he returned on the franchise’s investment in him, who pulled the team together in its moment of crisis.
“Jason doesn’t say much,” Bryant said, “so when he does it gets everybody’s attention.”
Said Epstein, when informed it was Heyward who called the meeting, “That’s amazing – that he stayed not only connected to this team but in the middle of everything and despite his offensive struggles he stepped up. It speaks to his character and professionalism.”
Said Heyward, “I’m fortunate to come from great parents and a great family. No matter how tough it was for me at times this year, I think I gave something to this team with my character, and I think this team gave something to me.”
Game 7, before the first pitch was thrown, carried the biggest meaning of any baseball game ever played, if only because these two franchises had gone a combined 176 years without winning the World Series. The next closest World Series with so much unrequited history behind it was the 1975 Fall Classic, when the Reds and the Red Sox brought 90 years of waiting into their epic battle.
And then this one, once played, became even bigger. It will go down as one of the most epic games in baseball history: four hours, 28 minutes of stomach-turning drama—and a 17-minute interlude that changed history.
To be a Cub today means something very different than what was commonly known. It was the motivation Maddon brought to the club last year, and reinforced this spring when he adopted “Embrace the Target” as the team’s motto.
“I love tradition,” he said. “I think tradition is worth time mentally, and tradition is worth being upheld, but curses and superstitions are not.
“So it’s really great for our entire Cub-dom to get beyond that moment and continue to move forward, because now based on the young players we have in this organization, we have an opportunity to be good for a long time, and without any constraints, without any of the negative dialogue.
“The burden has been lifted. It should have never been there in the first place, I don’t think, but now we can move forward.”
Cub-dom, as Maddon would call this nation of the yearning, is transformed. All it took was 108 years, and one of the greatest baseball games ever played.