My first Cubs game

was rained out.

To say that I was bummed would be an understatement. For reasons that surprise even me, I was really excited about seeing the game. I got bleacher seats for happened to be one of the most important games of the season. Kallisti and I walked over to the Field as it finally stopped raining. Since we were a little early, we snagged a couple of beers before securing our place on the bleachers in left field. And Old Style has never tasted so good as on tap, crowded in with a bunch of Cubs fans.

(bad Latin for "Go Cubbies")

While a little cool, the night was shaping up nicely. Big Z was pitching a no-hitter. The crowd was heckling the Cards outfielders, and any fans in the stands defending them. Then Kallisti pointed out, "The crowd is fickle. It will turn eventually turn on itself." And in the 2nd inning it broke out to "Right Field Sucks/Left Field Sucks" in the bleachers. It was hilarious. And then the skies opened up.

Being a boy scout at heart, I was prepared. I pulled on my slicker as I busted out the umbrella. Kallisti and I prioritized not getting rain in the beer, since us getting wet was largely inevitable. It was pretty funny to be huddled under my purple umbrella, surreptitiously sipping beer and shelling peanuts with one-hand. But eventually, the rain became too much. We headed under, waiting for the game to be called or resume. It stopped raining after about an hour, so we headed back out, munching on Polish and nachos, waiting for them to pull off the cover. Which they never did. Being cold and wet for a couple of hours kinda cuts down on your patience, so we bailed just before they finally called the game.

It was a huge pisser, since I don't know when they will reschedule, but I am going to bet it's after I leave Chicago. Since the players are too wimpy to play a double-header today. And it is unclear if they will honor the tickets. What was supposed to be a fun Chicago night out just ended up being cold, wet, and frustrating. Although it was fun to watch them cover the field with great efficiency. And enjoy the smell of sausage and onions wafting over the wall from Sheffield into the surprisingly intimate field. For some reason I expected it to be bigger, and not to smell like sausage and onions (although that was not a complaint). And this was a great chance for me to explain the concept of the cosmic muffin to Kallisti. Because of course the one time we decide to go to a game, it rains. The first game that has been rained out all year. And it decided to rain just early enough in the game that you are outside and settled in, but not so far into the game that anything exciting had happened and you felt like you got your money's worth.


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