No Problem, I'm From Chicago

A Chicago man dies and goes to hell. When he gets there, the devil comes over to welcome him.

The devil then says, "Sometimes it gets pretty uncomfortable down here." The man says, "No problem. I'm from Chicago."

So the devil goes over to the thermostat, turns the temperature up to 100, and the humidity up to 80. He then goes back to the Chicago man to see how he's doing.

To the devil's surprise, the man is doing just fine. "No problem... just like Chicago in June," the man says.

So the devil goes back over to the thermostat and turns the temperature up to 150 and the humidity up to 90. He then goes back over to see how the Chicago man is doing.

The man is sweating a little, but overall looks comfortable. "No problem. Just like Chicago in July," the man says.

So now the devil goes over to the thermostat, turns the temperature up to 200 and the humidity up to 100. When he goes back to see how the man is doing, the man is sweating profusely, and has taken his shirt off. Otherwise, he seems okay.

The man says, "No problem. Just like Chicago in August."

Now the devil is really perplexed. So he goes back to the thermostat and turns the temperature to MINUS 150 DEGREES. Immediately, all the humidity in the air freezes up, and the whole place becomes a frigid, barren, frozen, deathly cold wasteland.

When he goes back now to see how the Chicago man is doing, he is shocked to discover the man is jumping up and down, and cheering in obvious delight.

The devil immediately asks the man what's going on.

To which the Chicago man replies...
"THE CUBS WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!
THE CUBS WON THE WORLD SERIES!!!"