Nothing beats a late August match-up in the heat between two teams who have either already traded their impending, the Cubs, or are about to, the Phillies. The Phils shipped two players off to contenders after the game. Okay, almost everything does, especially when the Phillies two most promising young players, Cody Asche and Domonic Brown, were out of the line-up with injuries. Still, it was Wrigley Field! It was baseball! It was Ryne Sandberg's return to Chicago! Of course it was gluten free.
I was told I needed to arrive early to get my Anthony Rizzo bobblehead, which would surely turn up on
ebay for oodles of cash. I didn't make it in with the first crowd, but apparently with a game like this, there was still a Rizzo for me.
Wrigley is a nice place to watch a game. I decided to try the legendary bleachers there. They were fun, not rowdy, although one guy did spill beer on me while going for a ball thrown by the Cubs left fielder.
He offered to buy me a beer, but Wrigley, like most ballparks, has overpriced swill, not the
New Holland Oatmeal Stout I got with my deep dish pizza after the game.
Wrigley is primitive. Do you want to know the speed of that last pitch? How many errors have been made? Maybe see a replay of that home run? Not here you won't. My MLB At Bat app could show me those things, but everyone else was out of luck.
Wrigley is what it is. You get a good view of the game. You get old time charm. You don't get much else. I must admit I liked Wrigley more the last time I went, 15 years ago, before modern amenities were part of the experience.
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