Friday, the plan was to work a couple of overtime hours as I volunteered to help in the move in configuring our offices. The firm is growing so fast we are again running out of space. So now we go into the offices of the future. Down with those walls.
At nine though I got a call from Peoria. The voice on the other end was pleading I go with them to the Cubs again. My Aunt Lita introduced me to the Cubs when we used to live in New Town. Wrigley was in our neighborhood so we used to go there. That was when tickets were still affordable.
I don’t watch baseball anymore, but at least I understand it better than any other spectator sports around. But I hate to lose my OT hours as am saving for a trip to visit my niece in Virginia. After several phone calls back and forth and eventually asking permission from my manager as it was with clients she sent me off “to have fun”. My friend was happy that he’s not wasting one ticket.
Here are some photos inside of Wrigley Field. It is not as modern as most baseball fields you’ve been to but to many enthusiasts, Wrigley is close to their hearts. It is a very old-fashion baseball field, including the ivy that surrounds it and this year it celebrates its 100th year.
The weather was perfect, even better after the afternoon sun casts shadows from the upper deck as the air cooled us down below. They were playing against Washington and they won. By the end of the 7th inning we decided to get ahead of the crowd and traffic and they had a very long drive back to Peoria.
But before that we asked for a good place for Chicago hotdogs. That was a downer and if you are ever around the area, avoid the hotdog stands around there. They are not the much favored “Chicago hot dogs” they talk about. We went to Wrigleyville hotdogs to which LH said he would have gotten a better one at the Union Station’s Gold Coast dogs to which I agree.
Well as any Cub fan would say, “’til next year”.
365 Project: Day 175