Chicago

It was a long drive from Minneapolis. I left around 8am and was riding for about eight hours. The final 45 minutes of the ride was just the traffic into Chi-town. I lined up with a friend, whom I haven't seen since high school, and his coworker. The three of us went to see a Cubs game in Wrigley Field. There's something different about old parks that makes them unique and enjoyable. The crowd sounds different bouncing off steel beams instead of concrete. You may have to peek around an obstructed view post. You wait for the manual scoreboard to be updated. It feels like you are watching the game in 1928 or something. We never made it to our ticketed seats, though; we just kept bouncing around trying new locations and views. Chicago's wind did not let us down in upper right field.

Yes, Eric and I had the only Red Sox gear on at a Cubs game