I hope the red line was at least moving okay so y’all didn’t have to sit there and smell that shit for an extra hour.
Last year, my fiancee and I went to the Salt and Pepper Diner in Wrigleyville for breakfast early one Sunday morning. The first pile of vomit we came across she didn’t see and slid right through it. The other three she was able to avoid. I swear, I don’t know how anyone over the age of 23 could stand living in much of Lakeview.
The North Side of Chicago is not alone there. Padres fans have undergone a similar transformation since Petco Park opened; the stadium seems to be nothing more than a stop on the pub crawl for most of the people who go. It’s not like I haven’t gotten loaded and mildly embarrassed myself at a game before, much as I once considered myself a baseball purist; it’s just interesting to see the transition.
The only thing that sucks about it is I can’t wear my Padres gear because everybody will think I’m just being trendy; when the reality is, no, I’ve been there for the team’s best and worst times of the last decade. I’ll have to start wearing European soccer jerseys instead. (Sevilla, anyone? Unfortunately, I just heard the team’s anthem by that irritating “flamenco bastardo” guy with the cheesy 80s guitar solos. I’ll have to do some thinking on this one.)
Eh. What else do you expect from fans of the Chicago Cubs, whose most recognizable icon in the history of the franchise - Harry Caray - was fully sloshed at every damn game?
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Eh. What else do you expect from fans of the Chicago Cubs, whose most recognizable icon in the history of the franchise - Harry Caray - was fully sloshed at every damn game?
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After 13,967 years without a Championship, it’s the only way to get through a game!
And I don’t mean to imply anything there about the capacity of north-siders, or generalize, but… Wait, yes I do. That group you saw is typical of the new breed cubbie fan. The ones new to cub fandom since Caray and since the cubs have become the trendy america’s team that everyone must see.
I’m a south side fan, but old time Cub fans will agree with me here I think, all Wrigley and the neighborhood around it have become now is one giant singles bar/drinking fest. Go to a cub game and for every fan you see trying to watch the game, there are ten others being seen at the game, or racing to get out of the park and to a bar when they cut off beer sales.
Yes - I KNOW it was Sox fans a couple years back that embarrassed themselves and us by getting drunk and running on the field. Still, try an objective experiment. Go to a game at both parks on consecutive days. Then tell me I’m wrong. I’m not talking about who draws more people, or who has more people dressed in team colors or any of that. One park is full of (mostly) people there to see a game, the other is full of people there to be seen and get wasted.
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Once again, your eloquence astounds me.
Seriously. This is so “right on” it’s scary. I gave AWAY Cubs tickets that I had won (there’s some “worst prizes you’ve won” thread around here somewhere) - no use for 'em. “Cubbie fans” are some of the most obnoxious idjits that hang at my watering hole - and the bartender is one of 'em. Thank God she buys a bucket every once in awhile or I’d have to find a new place to hang out.
If I ever win White Sox tickets, I will bring YOU with me!
Wow, puking on the floor of the L before the game even starts. That’s pathetic even by Cub-fan standards.
And don’t get me started on Harry. His drinking and carousing was done in his White Sox days. By the time he moved to Wrigley Field, he was a sanitized speak-no-evil corporate toady. I could barf on the L just thinking about him.
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Eh. What else do you expect from fans of the Chicago Cubs, whose most recognizable icon in the history of the franchise - Harry Caray - was fully sloshed at every damn game?
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<sigh> Bring back Jack Brickhouse and Ernie Banks!
And bring back the days when the El didn’t have cretin-friendly colors! It’s the Howard line, dammit!
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The extremely homoerotic behavior between two of the more attractive drunk guys was the only thing that kept me from stabbing my thigh with a pen.
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I don’t believe I will be able to fully understand the situation and respond appropriately until you expound on this portion of the evenings events in more detail.
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I don’t believe I will be able to fully understand the situation and respond appropriately until you expound on this portion of the evenings events in more detail.
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Heheheh. Two guys were broken off from the main group and squeezed right up against each other. The taller one with shaggy hair had to keep his balance by wrapping his arm around the shorter, muscular one. Then they were pinching each others’ nipples.
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Heheheh. Two guys were broken off from the main group and squeezed right up against each other. The taller one with shaggy hair had to keep his balance by wrapping his arm around the shorter, muscular one. Then they were pinching each others’ nipples.
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Ahh much better.
I totally agree that the drunk vomiting girl was a poor example of the youth of today.
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Heheheh. Two guys were broken off from the main group and squeezed right up against each other. The taller one with shaggy hair had to keep his balance by wrapping his arm around the shorter, muscular one. Then they were pinching each others’ nipples.
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I’m beginning to feel a little queasy. Can we go back to discussing the puke?
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Yeah, it was an evening game. And it was the Red Line.
The extremely homoerotic behavior between two of the more attractive drunk guys was the only thing that kept me from stabbing my thigh with a pen.
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