Second City, Third Ballpark

Preamble: Todd's decision to purchase a tiny flask of whiskey to be consumed prior to the Cubs game was seemingly intelligent in its thrift and noble in its pursuit of enjoyment. Unfortunately, it was the impetus for the most epic fail Will has produced thus far with the exception of wallet-loss. Despite mentioning "stomach problems,"
Will deemed it his duty to at least have a little taste. The first sip? Uneventful. The second? Suffice it to say that it and a large amount of other previously ingested items found their way back into said whiskey bottle. It was a failure of epic proportions. Ultimately, this may have been for the better, as we were able to enter and appreciate Wrigley Field in a completely sober state.

Be assured that the streak of $0.00 for tickets remains intact thanks to the generosity of a former colleague of Will's, who kindly provided us with a pair of excellent tickets. Though the procurement of tickets on-site is one of the few opportunities for Will to show his worth, knowing we could focus on the things that matter in Wrigleyville (mainly drinking, and looking at quasi-racist shirts of
Ozzie Guillen mowing Wrigley field) was a welcome respite from Will's shameless, but invaluable activities.

The game was over quicker than the time it took us to find our seats as the Cubs' Alfonso Soriano hit a laser to left field for a 3-run lap around the bases in 1st inning. The North Siders ended up scoring 6 in the frame, en route to a 12-0 beatdown of the Astros. (Insert the cliche line from Apollo 13 here.)

With the suspense on the field non-existent, Will's efforts turned to
teaching the 8-year old sitting next to us how to keep score in her program. Todd spent the bulk of his time trying not to listen to Will tell the same story about our trip thus far to roughly 76 different people sitting next to us. However, Will's "outside voice" was too much to be ignored. Ultimately, this was a small sacrifice for free tickets on the
1st base line.

After the game, Todd headed to the southside where the generosity of his cousin, Billy, was in full effect. Will, who joined him later along with our friend, Max, who lives in Chicago, met up with a friend in Wrigleyville for a few drinks. Pizza, beer and some conversation on the deck filled our evening; nothing could have been better.

Today:off to The Cell with Billy and his two boys where the Damn Yankee's take on the South Siders. With a bit of luck, we might even be treated to some Spanish obscenities being hurled from Ozzie's mouth.

Todd & Will