Sunday, July 21, 2002.
1:20 pm.
Go Astros!
lieu’s making his first trip to Chicago. Relatives think it’s to attend a family wedding but in fact it’s to put another notch in my Stadiums of North America gun.
Anybody else going to be there? Do you guys drink beer?
Aw dingleberries. We’ll be at Saturday’s game. But if you wanna stop by Sunday for a post-game beer, we’re only 1-1/2 miles west of the park!
Damn that sounds like fun! I’m moving that weekend, otherwise I’d love to meet some dopers and tip a few.
Gundy - if you ever make it out by Oak Park I’ll but the first round.
zoid – I may take you up on that, and if you’re ever in Lakeview/St Ben’s/Wrigleyville, I’ll return the kindness.
I am so jealous!!! If I had tons of money I would take a summer to visit as many major league parks as possible. Wrigley would be my first choice.
Enjoy.
Aw Gundy, bummer. We considered Saturday’s game but missing the wedding would be a dead giveaway.
I’m a reasonable guy. Let’s hope the Cubbies win Saturday and the Astros win Sunday.
Have fun! If my seat at Wrigley is still warm, I’ll know you were sitting in it. 
lieu – word of advice for a Wrigley newbie: get the kosher hot dogs from the stands on the entry level. The walking-around vendors’ dogs just don’t compare. And they don’t get nice and caramelized until about the 2nd or 3rd inning.
I take my hot dogs very seriously.
Two words… Wrigley rocks!
You baseball fans, it’s everything you’d expect from a classic old stadium. It’s easy to look around at the simple design, steel girders, abundant brickwork and ivy covered homerun fence and imagine you’re back in time 50 years or so. Maybe even 88.
Except 88 years ago, it’s doubtful that many fans had their top off or were sporting “Sox suck” t-shirts. It was Chicago’s hottest day of the year yet, a neck redding 98 degrees. Fluids did indeed abound.
My daughter’s only 20 months, yet this was her 4th major league park. Grandparents, cousins, an aunt and uncle watching the game from Morris 80 miles to the south were thrilled to see her briefly on TV.
Looking past the outfield to the apartment houses beyond crowned with additional stands for fans, it was easy to imagine the boisterous melee these outlaws were probably propagating. Were we not on the 8th row just past 3rd, that’s where I’d have liked to have been.
The adulation for Sammy was impressive but it was the crimedog McGriff that put the Cubs ahead of Houston to stay in a 3-2 come-from-behind Chicago victory. Considering the magic of the place, we found it hard to be disappointed.
I’m officially a fan of Old Style.
Sounds like you had a great time! Glad to hear it. I sure was hot…I felt sorry for all y’all. The day before the weather was just lovely for a game.
Oh, and I hate those Sox/Cubs Suck t-shirts. With a passion.
Uh…I meant to say IT sure was hot. I mean, I was hot, because I was at the beach, and it was hot outside, but not hot in the sense…well, just forget it.