Tuesday I took my last trip to Wrigley for the season. I went by myself and did everything I could to soak it all up.
Unfortunately, it was 3 dollar beer night in the bleachers, so there was definitely some stuff I didn’t want to soak up.
I got a freebie floppy hat, took pictures of my favorite players, nearly got run over multiple times by herds of grown men chasing batting practice home runs, ate a helmet of ice cream for dinner, sung the 7th inning stretch with Gale Sayer, met what could be the only cool Brewers fans alive, and endured a wicked bus ride while strap hanging.
This experience has to hold me until next season.
Yeah, I’ll be jonesing for another trip before the season ends next week.