CHICAGO -- Somewhere in a cramped booth at Wrigley Field, high above a playing surface erupting with unrestrained jubilation, veteran broadcaster Pat Hughes gave his listeners the news that few of them thought they’d ever hear: The Chicago Cubs are going to the World Series.

The most dramatic result of the past seven decades of Cubs baseball unfolded in almost shockingly undramatic fashion. Dexter Fowler, Kris Bryant and Ben Zobrist drove in runs early. Willson Contreras homered in the fourth, Anthony Rizzo in the fifth. Starter Kyle Hendricks was brilliant into the eighth inning. Aroldis Chapman lit up the scoreboard with triple-digit velocity to finish it off. The Cubs beat the Dodgers 5-0 to win the National League Championship Series in six games.

Just like that, the Cubs -- the Chicago Cubs -- are National League champions.

The win was the latest and largest in a historic season for a Cubs franchise that has been operating since 1876. Seventy-one years removed from their last pennant, and 108 years since their last World Series crown, the Cubs won 103 games during the regular season, then survived the elite pitching of the Giants and Dodgers to emerge from the National League playoffs.

Six times the Cubs had played a game to clinch an NLCS -- three times in 1984, three more in 2003. They held leads in five of those games, yet the pennant drought persisted year after year, disappointment after disappointment. The organization became better known for its venerable ballpark and its partylike atmosphere than actual baseball, all while bearing the unfortunate moniker “Lovable Losers.” They’re still lovable, but they are losers no more.

Much was written about the daunting task of beating the Dodgers’ Clayton Kershaw, arguably the game’s best pitcher, who has a composite ERA over the past four seasons of 1.88 and who shut out the Cubs over seven innings in Game 2. The Cubs showed from the outset that Game 6 would be different.

It all started when Chicago folk favorite Javier Baez got the crowd roaring in the top of the first with an acrobatic tag on Andrew Toles and throw to first for a double play. In the bottom of the inning, Fowler greeted Kershaw with a ground-rule double along the brick wall in right. Bryant singled him in, then went to third when Andrew Toles dropped a Rizzo drive in the outfield. Zobrist, who turned the tide of the series with a bunt single in Game 4, drove in the second run with a sacrifice fly.

That was enough for Hendricks, the Cubs’ Greg Maddux clone who is a leading contender for the NL Cy Young Award. After a season in which he went 9-2 at Wrigley with an MLB-best 1.32 home ERA, Hendricks benefited from the early twin killing, picked a runner off base in the second and kept the Dodgers off balance for the rest of his outing.

He gave way to fireballing lefty Chapman, who shut down the Dodgers in the eighth and ninth innings, inducing double plays in each inning.

With Chapman’s last clap of thunder, the Cubs were National League champions. They had made something that had taken so long look so easy.

Anticipation for the game was rampant throughout Chicago all during the day. On the “L” train, normally aloof tourists and locals alike mused about what might happen come game time. The streets around the ballpark filled early, with Clark Street becoming so crowded by midafternoon that manager Joe Maddon suggested the city could make a mint by ticketing jaywalkers.

Inside the jam-packed park, the tension built with each out and a nervous energy settled over the proceedings by the middle innings. In the second inning, someone set off fireworks in the neighborhood beyond the center-field scoreboard, earning oohs and aahs from the crowd, and repeated the performance in the seventh. The fireworks were better inside the park.

Before long, it became evident that the ghosts of 1969, 1977, 1984, 1989, 1998, 2003, 2007, 2008 and 2015 would remain at rest. This version of the Cubs might be the best in the franchise’s 141-year history. They are simply too good to let whispers of ghosts, curses and goats hold them back.

There were no routine grounders between the legs, no meandering cloven-hoofed creatures waiting at the gates and no headphone-wearing fans scapegoated after reaching for a foul ball. There were no blown leads, nor ace starters left in past their expiration to twist in the cold Lake Michigan breeze. There was only the cool, mistake-free brilliance that has defined the Cubs since spring training. Now the Cleveland Indians and four more wins are all that stands in the way of the Cubs quenching the oldest thirst in sports.

Ron Santo never experienced it as a Cub, nor did Hall of Famers Ryne Sandberg, Billy Williams, Ernie Banks, Ferguson Jenkins, Andre Dawson, Bruce Sutter or Greg Maddux. Harry Caray never called it. Mike Royko never wrote it. None of those greats, each titans in their respective fields, got to write, say or experience the words that all of Chicago was screaming on Saturday night.

Let the record show that on a clear, chilly night on Oct. 22, 2016, the Cubs reached the destination so many thought could not be reached.

Now the words can be written, shouted, sung or set off in fireworks:

The Chicago Cubs are going to the World Series.