A friend of mine, and die-hard Chicago Cubs fan, texted me this morning: “Could not have scripted it any better.” What an interesting thought. The finale of a truly remarkable season for the Cubs not only ended a 108 year championship drought, it ended with an unlikely of scripts. Or perhaps it ended in the most Cub-like way ever. As we now all know this morning, the Cubs battled a heart-racing final act to complete a century old quest. And perhaps that’s the way it should be

We live in a power ranked world. What was the #1 movie last week? Who’s the best NFL team? Hey Yelp, what’s the best Mexican cuisine in my zip code? Whether we like it or not, we love to rank. Broadway is no exception. Like clockwork, weekly ticket grosses are distributed on Monday afternoon, at approximately 15 hundred hours. Rankings begin immediately, starting with a list of top overall revenue achievers. Other analysis highlights what shows reached the Million Dollar Club

Two tales. One city. For Chicagoans, it is the best of times, and it is the best of times. If you’re a windy city resident, the turning of the calendar to October typically means the turning of autumn leaves and the turning of the baseball calendar. This October, Chicago will not only embrace autumn, they’ll brace for the convergence of two seismic events: the opening of the Broadway musical Hamilton and a possible World Series featuring their beloved Chicago Cubs. Hold onto