I didn't know you were a Cubs fan, Mac!
In any case, it was quite the picture perfect end to the regular season. The Cubs played well, that they did ('cept for that last game against the Reds... relief pitching, oy). To make things even better, the teams they played against played pretty poorly... which does makes me worry about facing the more competent Braves. I wouldn't have been able to watch the games if I weren't back in Evanston right now. Too bad I couldn't score tickets =)
Oh, and in the 1989 playoffs, the Cubbies lost the NL title series to the Giants, 4-1. I remember the day the Giants took it from us. I hated Will Clark with a passion and summarily tore up my friend's grade-school folder sporting his picture on it. I do believe it was an Andre Dawson pop-up with the bases loaded that ended the series. Broke my little 3rd grader heart, it did.
The only other times I can remember feeling that much emotion due to sports was when Ryne Sandberg announced his retirement (he was my boyhood hero), MJ and the Bulls won the first of 6 championships, and everytime the Bulls lost a game during their beautiful 72-10 season (I just wanted perfection out of them because they were so dominant, and I always felt angry and frustrated when they lost -- yes yes, I was a whiny baby). The 1985 Bears superbowl championship would make the list, but I was too young and not into sports yet to really remember it.