Went to a Cub game last night. I know, MLB, but it was a last minute opportunity to share a night with some of the very best people I know. And besides, I grew up going to Wrigley and am sick of them taking everything from me including my fond memories of childhood, most of which was a lie. I am rationalizing that I am taking all of my shit back. Infiltration.
Full capacity almost NO MASKS. People were having a blast. It was as if 25k people just learned they weren't terminal after all. ONE Jumbotron shot of some idiot who had masks on his kids and for a second the audience fell eerily quiet. Then back to normal people. It felt like a collective silent "Eww" hard to explain. Bonus was Cubs player #17 Kris Bryant was MVP (announced in the 4th inning?) There were 17 shirts everywhere, felt like Kismet.
My Father was a huuuge Cubs phan. My Brother & I took the ESPN Wrigley tour back in 2000 and at the end of the tour they let you walk around the park. So we spread some of Dad’s ashes in Left Field. Weird thing, as we did it a couple hundred crows flew down from high behind Home Plate-top of Stadium and swooped right over us...maybe 30-40 feet above us. My Father was an artist and often painted crows in his work. True story.
That's wild! Stuff like that happened often after my Dad passed.
We were like, WHOA.