I’m ready for baseball season. I’ve spent the off-season anxious and watching the trades. I’ve used the #hotstove, #mlb, and #baseball hashtags daily. I’ve tweeted, I’ve blogged, I’ve bored my non-baseball friends to tears over the fate of my favorite players.
I’ve even discussed (at length) Scott Podsednik in baseball pants.
Today, I got incredibly excited to see Wrigley Field. I assure you this rarely happens.
I’ve been desensitized to the great ballpark in my backyard. Maybe it’s the binge-drinking college crowd the neighborhood attracts. Maybe it’s National League baseball. Maybe it’s the fact I see it almost everyday.
I know Wrigley Field is a spectacle. Trust me, I’ve been excited to see it before. It is one of the oldest and greatest ballparks in America, and that does make it unique and timeless.
I remember seeing Wrigley Field on television as a kid and begging my dad to take me to a game at Wrigley. I wanted to see that great brick wall covered in ivy. We sat in the top row of the ballpark and my dad recounted the great—and not so great—history of the Chicago Cubs. I had my first Chicago dog, and I’ll never forget how cold that lake breeze felt in the ballpark.
As a Chicagoan, whenever someone comes to visit me, they want to see Wrigley Field. As a good hostess, I take them there. The tour includes:
Picture in front of the neon sign? (Check)
Picture in front of Harry Caray statue? (check)
Buy you a Cubs T-shirt from a street vendor? (Double Check)
Drink a beer at the Cubby Bear? (We’re finished)
Though I hate the routine, the baseball season brings a vibrancy to the neighborhood that the winter lacks. As I approached Wrigleyville via the red line today, it was empty.
No one got on or off the train.
Not a single “The Riot” T-shirt.
No families ushering their kids with mitts to catch foul balls.
No one tapped me on the shoulder for directions.
Didn’t see a single beer can.
Not a single peanut shell on the train.
No one mentions 1908.
The empty field completely covered in snow was peeking through the buildings. It made me genuinely sad, and I don’t even like the Cubs! I’m emotionally waiting the return of baseball… it can’t come soon enough.