Take me out to the ball game!
Take me out with the crowd!
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
I don't care if I never get back!
For it's root, root, root for the CUBBIES!!!!
If they don't win it's a shame
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out at the old ball gaaame!!!
Wrigley Field--one of the oldest baseball fields in the United States. The land of Haray Caray, the curse of the billy goat, and 101 years of World Series failure. WE WENT THERE ON SATURDAY!!!
I'll admit it: Wrigley Field is captivating. You can't help but sit down in your seat, look out at the ivy-covered back wall and think about all the history that's gone down there. Babe Ruth calling his home run in the fifth inning of Game 3 of the 1932 World Series. The iconic players that have called Wrigley home throughout the years, the announcers, WGN, Yosh Kawano (the Cubs' equipment manager since 1943). Wrigley oozes the spirit of baseball's heyday, and you really can't help but fall in love with the place.
We sat in section 138, row 7, seats 101 & 102 and watched the Cubs beat the Cincinnati Reds 5-3. There were home runs, hotdogs and hammered people...doesn't get any better than that! I even memorized the entire Cubs line-up. Ready for this?
Left field: Soriano
Center field: Fukudome
Right field: Bradley
3rd base: Ramirez
Shortstop: Theriot
2nd base: Fontenot
1st base: Lee
Pitcher: Hart...but Zambrano is their main one
Catcher: Hill...but only because Soto is on the DL
General Manager: Lou Piniella
Not bad, eh?! Brock was so proud :) My FAVORITE part of the game was the end...where, because we won, everybody sang the "Go Cubs, Go" song!! And everybody raises these big white flags with blue W's on them (the W stands for "win"). Here's a link to a YouTube video of the "Go, Cubs, Go" song! You HAVE to listen to it! It's the best song ever!! Go, Cubs Go!
This game presented me with a huge moral crisis: I had to choose my baseball allegiances. Do I stick with the Rockies, who are the team from my home state? The Angels, whom my husband adores? Or the Cubs, the lovable losers that bulge at the seams with bandwagoners (and whose jerseys are really cute!!)? After much deliberation, it came down to a coin toss between the Cubs and Rockies aaaaannd...the Cubs won! My official allegiances are as follows: 1. Cubs 2. Rockies 3. Angels. The thing is, nobody hates a Cubs bandwagoner. You have to root for them! They haven't won the World Series in over 100 years! They play at Wrigley Field!
Oh, and Brock and I can still be married because the Cubs are in the National League and Angels are in the American League :) (Cubs and Rockies are both National Leaguers....trouble's a-brewin' for me!!)
After the game, everybody spilled into Wrigleyville (the area surrounding the stadium) and went straight for the bars (as if they weren't drunk enough!). Cubs fans looove their team and they looove their booze! Everybody was so happy and having such a great time--it was awesome!
Brock and I, however, headed to Mia Francesca, an Italian restaurant a few blocks south of all the hullabaloo. We knew we were in for a treat when we saw the menu: hand-written and xeroxed onto copy paper (because menu items are ever-changing!). We sat outside in a courtyard in the back, surrounded by a pretty mural of Tuscany and flowers spilling over the tops of the walls. The weather was perfect. We started the dinner out with some bruschetta which was made delicious by the heaping mounds of buffalo mozzarella on top :) Then we split a chicken dish with a side of linguine...you might be thinking "Chicken? What's so special about chicken?" But this was, without a doubt, the most sumptuous, divine chicken I've ever had in my life! It was inconceivably tender, topped with prosciutto, and smothered in the most delicious salsa rosata you could possibly imagine. If that wasn't enough, listen to what we had for dessert: banana-fudge gelato, sandwiched between two slices of banana-pecan bread, topped with a slice of caramelized banana, homemade whipped cream, and drizzled with chocolate and caramel sauces. HEAVEN. The best dessert I've ever had in my entire life.
Feeling very fat (it was more than worth it!), we hopped on our bikes and headed downtown to where Venetian night was going on. Venetian night is where a bunch of people dress up their yachts into certain themes (Harry Potter, Gilligan's Island, Michael Jackson, Hollywood, etc) and drive them all around the harbor for all to see. 500,000 people turn out for this night, so we though it was going to be awesome. Not so! There were only like 15 boats in the parade and they weren't all lit up with lights like we thought they would be. The night was basically an excuse for anybody over the age of 40 to throw a party on their boat, get drunk, play bad 90s music and act like they were still in high school. Act your age, people!!! When a 21-year girl is looking at you and thinking "Grow up!" you know you have a problem.
The night wasn't totally lost, however. It ended with an amazing fireworks show! It was seriously better than the 4th of July. So that was redeeming. Afterward, Brock and I went home and plopped into bed . . . talk about a long day!
Take me out with the crowd!
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
I don't care if I never get back!
For it's root, root, root for the CUBBIES!!!!
If they don't win it's a shame
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out at the old ball gaaame!!!
Wrigley Field--one of the oldest baseball fields in the United States. The land of Haray Caray, the curse of the billy goat, and 101 years of World Series failure. WE WENT THERE ON SATURDAY!!!
I'll admit it: Wrigley Field is captivating. You can't help but sit down in your seat, look out at the ivy-covered back wall and think about all the history that's gone down there. Babe Ruth calling his home run in the fifth inning of Game 3 of the 1932 World Series. The iconic players that have called Wrigley home throughout the years, the announcers, WGN, Yosh Kawano (the Cubs' equipment manager since 1943). Wrigley oozes the spirit of baseball's heyday, and you really can't help but fall in love with the place.
We sat in section 138, row 7, seats 101 & 102 and watched the Cubs beat the Cincinnati Reds 5-3. There were home runs, hotdogs and hammered people...doesn't get any better than that! I even memorized the entire Cubs line-up. Ready for this?
Left field: Soriano
Center field: Fukudome
Right field: Bradley
3rd base: Ramirez
Shortstop: Theriot
2nd base: Fontenot
1st base: Lee
Pitcher: Hart...but Zambrano is their main one
Catcher: Hill...but only because Soto is on the DL
General Manager: Lou Piniella
Not bad, eh?! Brock was so proud :) My FAVORITE part of the game was the end...where, because we won, everybody sang the "Go Cubs, Go" song!! And everybody raises these big white flags with blue W's on them (the W stands for "win"). Here's a link to a YouTube video of the "Go, Cubs, Go" song! You HAVE to listen to it! It's the best song ever!! Go, Cubs Go!
This game presented me with a huge moral crisis: I had to choose my baseball allegiances. Do I stick with the Rockies, who are the team from my home state? The Angels, whom my husband adores? Or the Cubs, the lovable losers that bulge at the seams with bandwagoners (and whose jerseys are really cute!!)? After much deliberation, it came down to a coin toss between the Cubs and Rockies aaaaannd...the Cubs won! My official allegiances are as follows: 1. Cubs 2. Rockies 3. Angels. The thing is, nobody hates a Cubs bandwagoner. You have to root for them! They haven't won the World Series in over 100 years! They play at Wrigley Field!
Oh, and Brock and I can still be married because the Cubs are in the National League and Angels are in the American League :) (Cubs and Rockies are both National Leaguers....trouble's a-brewin' for me!!)
After the game, everybody spilled into Wrigleyville (the area surrounding the stadium) and went straight for the bars (as if they weren't drunk enough!). Cubs fans looove their team and they looove their booze! Everybody was so happy and having such a great time--it was awesome!
Brock and I, however, headed to Mia Francesca, an Italian restaurant a few blocks south of all the hullabaloo. We knew we were in for a treat when we saw the menu: hand-written and xeroxed onto copy paper (because menu items are ever-changing!). We sat outside in a courtyard in the back, surrounded by a pretty mural of Tuscany and flowers spilling over the tops of the walls. The weather was perfect. We started the dinner out with some bruschetta which was made delicious by the heaping mounds of buffalo mozzarella on top :) Then we split a chicken dish with a side of linguine...you might be thinking "Chicken? What's so special about chicken?" But this was, without a doubt, the most sumptuous, divine chicken I've ever had in my life! It was inconceivably tender, topped with prosciutto, and smothered in the most delicious salsa rosata you could possibly imagine. If that wasn't enough, listen to what we had for dessert: banana-fudge gelato, sandwiched between two slices of banana-pecan bread, topped with a slice of caramelized banana, homemade whipped cream, and drizzled with chocolate and caramel sauces. HEAVEN. The best dessert I've ever had in my entire life.
Feeling very fat (it was more than worth it!), we hopped on our bikes and headed downtown to where Venetian night was going on. Venetian night is where a bunch of people dress up their yachts into certain themes (Harry Potter, Gilligan's Island, Michael Jackson, Hollywood, etc) and drive them all around the harbor for all to see. 500,000 people turn out for this night, so we though it was going to be awesome. Not so! There were only like 15 boats in the parade and they weren't all lit up with lights like we thought they would be. The night was basically an excuse for anybody over the age of 40 to throw a party on their boat, get drunk, play bad 90s music and act like they were still in high school. Act your age, people!!! When a 21-year girl is looking at you and thinking "Grow up!" you know you have a problem.
The night wasn't totally lost, however. It ended with an amazing fireworks show! It was seriously better than the 4th of July. So that was redeeming. Afterward, Brock and I went home and plopped into bed . . . talk about a long day!
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