There will never be a game like Game Seven of the 2016 World Series ever again.

When the clock struck 8pm eastern time, the entire baseball world–and maybe a bit of the world that hardly knew anything about baseball–tuned in for what has been one of the most exciting Fall Classics in history. Here, finally, were two teams that were more than deserving to reach the last and final stage of a campaign that started in April. Here were two teams structured to be successful for a long time, and here was perhaps the start of a premier rivalry.

There was no animosity, just the strength of wills and determination at constant battle ever since it was decided that it would be the Cleveland Indians vs. the Chicago Cubs. A 108-year curse vs. a 68-year curse. Two teams and two cities who have long suffered heartbreak, disappointment, and at some moments downright embarrassment. This wasn’t New York, or Boston, or St. Louis where fans have seen recent success from their teams.

For the majority, this was a once in a lifetime experience for both natives of Cleveland and Chicago. When the Indians had jumped out to an early series lead 3-1, there were thoughts that Cleveland would be able to boast of being champions of both basketball and baseball. But then Chicago’s determination saw the series evened, forcing a Game Seven for a winner-take-all scenario that every baseball fan who wasn’t inclined towards either team wanted.

And Game Seven, as we all know, can be anyone’s game.

Packed within this 10 inning odyssey were highs and lows that only those without a pulse couldn’t feel. Perhaps the best moment came when microphones picked up Anthony Rizzo in the dugout saying “I’m in a glass case of emotion” to the elder, more composed statesman David Ross (a previous champion with Boston).

So, when the Cubs jumped to the 6-3 lead that seemed so secure with Lester on the mound and then Chapman coming in to pitch, many thought–and undoubtedly Cleveland fans too–that this was it. But when Chapman surrendered three runs, capitalized on a Rajai Davis two run home-run down the left field line, those on Chicago’s side held their breath. Perhaps the curse still existed.

Chapman’s efforts were valiant, but the workload put on his godly left arm finally caught up with him. The same can be said for the Indian’s reliever Andrew Miller, who in 2 and 1/3rd innings gave up two runs. Perhaps, if Cleveland had won, the scrutiny would be on Cubs’ manager Joe Maddon. Did he pull potential Cy Young Winner Kyle Hendricks too soon? Should he not have pitched Chapman in the Game Six blowout victory? Why did he want Javier Baez to bunt with a runner on 3rd, one out, and a 3-2 count?

But all of those questions were rendered moot in the 10th. After a momentary rain delay, the Cubs came out firing on all cylinders, stringing together quality at-bat after quality at-bat. So now they were three outs away from breaking the long and overplayed curse with an 8-6 lead. But they did it, albeit after giving up one run to make things even more interesting, of course.

How much did this mean to the young Cubs team, with the expectation of an entire city on their shoulders? Even if they never achieve this feat again it will go down as the greatest moment in their individual lives. As they celebrated with their teammates they wept open tears, clinging to one another as they finally achieved a goal that begun 108-years ago.

And while they will never admit it–and say they never listened to the talk of the Drought, or the Curse, or any other excuse for past Chicago teams that simply were not good enough–skeletons were removed from the closet and laid to rest.

Sympathies go out to the Cleveland Indians, of course. They played a brand of baseball that was more than deserving to win it all. Indeed, even if the Cubs had lost it, could any unbiased baseball fan be upset at seeing the Indians hoist the Commissioners’ Trophy? Perhaps they’ll be able to exact their revenge next year if the two teams are fortunate enough to meet again, some day.

But as for now, as for this moment, the honor belongs to the 2016 Chicago Cubs. For the first time in 108-years, we all can say the Chicago Cubs are the World Series Champions.