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.
Aw, you’re just pissed because I stole your thunder.
Acually I thought that was fairly witty, QG.
You too, ETF.
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?
After 13,967 years without a Championship, it’s the only way to get through a game!
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.
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.
<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!
And… NO LIGHTS!
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.
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.
Ahh much better.
I totally agree that the drunk vomiting girl was a poor example of the youth of today.
I’m beginning to feel a little queasy. Can we go back to discussing the puke?
Public vomiting. Public nipple pinching. Fucking Pirates fans are boring in comparison to that.
Fucking Pirate fans?
Like, real fucking?
Maybe I should go to a game or two…
Aw crap, I’m blushing…
Well, I’M going to a real ball game Friday night, at a distinguished ballpark.
Where it is Dog Day, and several hundred canines will be in attendance.
I’ll wear washable shoes.
Actually, Dog Day should be in the afternoon…
Ooooh, nice.
The Red Line encompasses all.
Isn’t that kind of, well, redundant? Like “aquatic fish”?