Last Saturday, I went to Wrigley Field for the first time. I saw the Cubs play. We sat in the first row right by the field. We talked to the visiting Washington team. I got a baseball. Not bad for my first baseball game ever, eh?
First, the seats we had were awesome. They were definitely rich people seats. And I could tell the rich people behind us were jealous of our richer people seats. Steve hooked us up with tickets. I don't really know the details because i was too busy to listen. I was looking at this view:
I was also staring at the professional baseball players that were mere metres away from where we were sitting. Poor guys didn't have a dugout. The sun was beating down on them. A few had Gatorade towels over their heads. Trust me, it was really hot and sunny. I mean, I think I got a tan.
We also watched the pitchers warm up. I probably called out to this guy, "Hey Mister, give us a ball!" about 10 times but was ignored. Steve made chit-chat with the pitching coach and his girlfriend, Mimi (or The Meems) did her best too. After laying this strong foundation of pestering, we got two balls! One from the pitching coach that The Meems kept and one from a Washington pitcher called Rivera that I got to keep. The rich people behind us were most definitely jealous of that.
Here is the main entrance to Wrigley Field. Once the game was over, I waited to take the bus home and watched in awe as thousands of people walked straight from the game to the bars across the street. Literally, the crowds exited the stadium and crossed the street diagonally to enter the bars. Of course these people are not clowns and they couldn't all fit into the one Irish pub so the excess people kept moving south along Clark St to the next Irish bar. And the next Irish bar. And the next. It was crazy. Oh, wait. Here's why: the Cubs won! I almost forgot about that part.
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