hey chicago, what do you say?

Ok, so we didn’t win last night.

No big surprises on that front, although at least I got to watch the Cubs score, right?

Right.

Last night we spent the early evening drinking endless cans of 312 among Loyola alumni and chatting up a storm before finally deciding to head to the game.

We were basically the last ones left on the patio.

I think the deal is over, Ky noted, as we all turned to watch two girls hauling away a cooler of beer.

It was time to get to the field.

Where we switched to Old Style beers and still chatting, but also keeping one eye on the game.

And maybe, if you’re me, launching yourself to your feet and screaming expletives every time your team does something you wish they wouldn’t.

Which is a lot of launching, when you’re a Cubs’ fan.

In the end though, I admit, a trip to Wrigley in the summer is a beautiful thing, no matter who wins.

Although it’s better if it’s not the other team, I suppose.


Also fun no matter with is the chance to spend some time with my pals, even if it means laughing about nothing and taking blurry phone pictures of ourselves like teenagers.


I would like to point out to you, readers, that last night we thought this was the best picture we’d ever taken.

I’m not ready to comment on what that means.

Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it, chickens!

1 Comment

Filed under Chicago, Good times, I love sports, Wrigley

One response to “hey chicago, what do you say?

  1. Ah, Wrigley. There are few places I’d rather be on a summer afternoon. Also, I’m not an expert on photography, but I definitely* think that is an awesome picture.

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