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.
Agree. I remember the part of the documentary where he talks about replaying things that he heard that struck him as odd, but he didn't know why. I am paraphrasing (a lot) but I have had that feeling so many times.