Marathon of Fun: Where baby bears win baseball games

Dude, Wrigley Field is awesome!! It just is. You are as close to the players there as you are to them in little bitty hometown minor league stadiums. You can practically shake their hands, and in some places you can (Jeff Davis works for a big company that has seats behind the cubs dugout, and once the players shared sunflower seeds with him).

The bleachers (where we sat--Jeff, my brother, and myself) are some rowdy cubs loving fans. They get crazy about everything. Although since we were winning and the game was kind of close, we never got around to telling right field how much they suck (we were seated in the heart of left field). The stadium was almost entirely free of crappy top 40 music (thanks to the organist) and completely jumbotron free. This blew my little west coast mind because most of our shit is new and comes with big blinky Microsoft sponsored everything signs.

I am not the hugest sports fan, but watching a game in Wrigley is a pleasure. If you can ever get bleacher seats, go--even if you don't like baseball or sports. Bleacher seat people watching is a phenomenal sport in itself. A group of three late 20's, early 30's bachelors in front of us were our favorite people to watch--we knew they were bachelors by their behavior, ain't no way they were going home to a girlfriend or wife. They came up with a cheer to taunt the Rockies left fielder early on in the game, and boy did they stay with it! They were quite proud of their succint cleverness. The players last name was Holliday, and they just shouted "Holli-GAY" over and over again. Jeff and I just giggled because it was in fact so SOOOO so dumb.

Plus, Cubs win! It was awesome.

Tonight: deep dish Chicago style pizza from Pizzeria Uno and John McClane returns