 And the Cubs came back to tie it. They came back. It was 3-3. But once Cabrera hit that home run, I literally looked at my mom, and I'm like, I don't want to watch this anymore. I don't care what happens. We're going to lose. That was it. My soul was extracted from my body, and it was thrown into a paper shredder, and I'm still picking up the pieces almost 20-something years later. That one absolutely hurt.