It’s a transition year.
I’ve said it before. As a matter of fact, I’ve said it enough times that I actually think it’s unintentionally becoming my mantra.
But you guys know I love the Cubs, and regardless of our less-than-perfect record (and the promise of plenty more losses to come this season…I’m a realist, I won’t deny that fact) I will still go to as many games as humanly possible.
Especially when this one hooks us up with seats that can be accessed through this tunnel:
Oh, no big deal. The seats weren’t THAT close.
Oh, wait. Yes they were.
When we walked up to take our seats I almost peed myself. THIRD ROW.
For a diehard Cubs fan like me who doesn’t have a lot of disposable income to devote to tickets, this was almost as good as Christmas morning. So thank you, Molly.
The insanely rainy weather Chicago has been having over the last week or so even dispersed for a few innings and warmed things up at the field. If you know Wrigley, you know that the field temp (without any sun) almost always feels a good 5-10° colder than anywhere else. So the sun helped.
And the Cubs won!
And I got a hot dog!
As if there was any doubt.
Oh, and by the way, if you let your friends look at the photos on your camera and you are a food blogger and have recently photographed your hand holding a hot dog, your friends will absolutely think that you’re weird.
And maybe even a little pervy.
The things I do to document my life, I tell ya.