Monday, June 18, 2012
There are few things more nostalgic for me than attending a baseball game at a big stadium. My parents used to take us to Cleveland Indians games when we were growing up — and I didn't know it at the time, but I would certainly grow to appreciate those hot summer nights with pretzels and swirled soft-serve ice cream.
Fast forward to now. Of course, living in Chicago, it's hard to ignore the charm of the Chicago Cubs. Okay, so their record isn't the greatest. Regardless, my friend Nate's birthday is next weekend. He moved here from Boston about two months ago and his aunt was so grand and got us tickets to see the Cubs play the Red Sox at Wrigley Stadium.
My immediate thought was "YES, SWIRLED ICE CREAM CONES!" You can tell where my mind is with sports.
With my friend being such an adamant Boston Red Sox fan, I knew his was going to show up in his team garb, and I had to out do him:
So before the game, I stopped by the thrift store and nabbed a kid's Chicago Cubs jersey (Derrek Lee to be specific... and to be brutally honest I have no idea who the guy is). I cut off the sleeves and paired it with my high rise gingham shorts. Wha-la. Babely Cubs fan!
So naturally, as with most things between us, we clashed.
We had a great time and ate a lot of food and all that jazz. Nate is super into sports (while I am the exact opposite), and mostly I just got a kick out of cheering when the Cubs did something super — only to get under his Boston skin. My only complaint about Wrigley? No veggie dogs. They had veggie burgers, but no veggie hot dogs. What gives? How am I supposed to watch a baseball game without a hot dog?!
The food service rep that I was speaking to about veggie dogs felt my pain and gave me a complimentary veggie burger — and I have to admit that Wrigley did the black bean burger very, very well. Barbecue sauce, cheese, and all. Recommended for any vegetarian Cubs fans!
So my Cubbies ended up losing. There's always next season, right?