Friendly confines

7.51AM CDT 8/30
After a rainout last year, Kallisti and I caught a day game at Wrigley. I made a DnD run prior. We walked to the park a couple of hours early in hopes of scoring some tickets. It was hard to gauge availability. Day game = good. Holiday = bad. Plus, the Cubs are the winningest team in baseball, playing another good team in the league. Besides, Wrigley Field regularly sells out.


Scored standing room tix, despite the bullshit crowd management guy who said they wouldn’t start selling them till the seats were sold out. Ended up in the park super early. Watching batting practice, avoiding the mean little old ladies who kept shuffling us from place to place.

The key to standing room is squatting – something I have become very familiar with of late. Grab some seats, acting like you belong, drink your beer until someone comes around and properly claims their seats. For the first 2 innings, we had sweet seats until their cow owners with enough concessions to last until Labor Day. Grabbed a couple other seats, which were being guarded by some bitch in a pink Cubs shirt. Ironically, their owners really didn’t care.

Overall, the beginning of the game was kinda lame, but it really picked up in the 7th. The weather was perfect – cloudless, 70s, nice breeze. Sori hit a beautiful homer, and suddenly things were more interesting. Briefly ran into some of Kallisti’s friends before heading back to the apartment for some more Old Style (at the park it’s either Old Style or Bud, neither of which are that amazing, but somehow Old Style is less nasty). I surfed through his music, got our dance on before heading out. He was heading to Wisconsin, and I was squatting in Andersonville.