In reality, I kinda think that Addison Russell's first homer (in what seems like years) may have been the most important, confidence-wise.
He at least served notice that pitchers better not make a mistake to him.
But to see Anthony Rizzo start the game with the 2 Ks, then work the count to 3 balls, hit the long foul that coulda, and then go ahead and swing for the fence again... I mean, how's your voice this morning?
Try to think of a game in your lifetime that was more important than last night.
The night the Cub Bats woke up and let everybody watching know that oh yeah, the Cubs are really, really good.
And things like Willson Contreras' pick off throw to 2nd to nail Justin Turner for the 3rd out in the 1st, Jason Heyward's dribbly RBI, Ben Zobrist's bunt single, Strop and Rondon finishing up so nicely and even grumpy John Lackey (what did he say to Joe when he got taken out?)... there's almost too much good stuff to write it all up.
And I have a job so I can't.
But seriously, Cloud 9 ain't high enough for how I feel today.
The story you'll be hearing about all day is Anthony Rizzo just taking one of Matt Szczur's bats "because it has hits in it", and destroying his slump with it.
Biggest win ever.
Greatest Summer Ever.
ps: Rizzo's jersey is wrong in the painting, I know. I loved the determined expression and spaced on the uni. Don't really care.