Travel Rogue

May 10, 2005

Wrigley Field: Cubbies, Jumbo Dogs and a Transsexual

It is a perfect day to catch a Cubs game at Wrigley Field, 80 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. Spring skipped over us here in Chicago (we had hail a couple weeks ago), but it looks like summer will make up for that. It is a complete Wrigley experience. Baseball jersey clad men clamboring over rows of green plastic seats to corner the beer hawker (Old Style forties, of course), the gorgeous nostril-filling scent of a ballpark dog, and one 400-pound man in perhaps the largest Chicago Cubs t-shirt I have ever seen..and it's still too small! One row up and four seats to the left is your token transsexual with an 80s perm and bad roots. She sits with her daughter, a splitting, albeit more feminine, offshoot. We are all watching the Cubbies take the Mets to town. After yesterday's series of rain delays, the Cubbies are primed for play. Patterson nails two out of four home runs; and Maddux plays hard to get. He doesn't give up home base once, even in a bases-loaded seventh inning. Game score: 7-0. We may never get the World Series, but we'll always have Wrigley.

* Michelle is insisting that I also note the following: Polish sausages at Wrigley are $1.75 more than your standard dog, and $1.25 more than a jumbo dog. Also, if you want the condiments, you gotta ask for the condiments. Wrigley ain't no restaurant.

Posted by carolyn at May 10, 2005 11:43 PM

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