On a trip with my
parents and brother to Chicago my husband, Carter suggested we all make our way
to Wrigley Field for a Cubs game. I believe his words were something like “it’s
a classic stadium and to not attend a game while in Chicago would be sin.”
I must say going to
the stadium via the red line “El” was an experience. The closer we got to the
park the closer we got to the people as the trains were packed so tightly I
could smell the people on either side of me. As I looked over at Carter a huge
grin plastered on his face I felt as if I was truly helping Carter make a pilgrimage
to “baseball fans’ heaven.”
Upon arriving at
the park, it felt like the entire neighborhood of Wrigleyville flooded the
streets and the excitement was infectious. As we
made our way into the stadium, it was clear the stadium lacked modern amenities.
The confines were friendly for example compact seats forcing your knees to jam
into the row in front of you. The historic charm of ballpark made me forget any
facility woe. I was in awe of the manual scoreboard and ivy-covered outfield
walls. Another eye catcher was the special and unique rooftop seats on
the nearby buildings.
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