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Welcome to Wrigley Field… Home of the Cubs

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CHICAGO, IL — On my recent trip to Chicago to cover the Big Ten Football kickoff, I was fortunate enough to catch my first game at Wrigley Field, and it was a memorable experience.

Over the years, I have had to put up with a boat load of obnoxious Cubs peeps at Great American in the “Natti,” so I was ready with my Reds hat in Chicago.

I was properly impressed with the old ballpark and how it really sits in a neighborhood with no parking. Fellow Sports Editor Bryant Billing and I took the subway at rush hour jammed in with a thousand other peeps.

Following three attempts to find the correct seats, we finally found the right spot in the upper deck of the ballpark (I found signage in Chicago to be optional in a lot of areas).

Overall, Wrigley was old, smelled like hot dogs, and was full of rowdy peeps watching a crummy team. My kind of place!

We enjoyed the occasional breeze on a warm evening and all was good. Until, that is, Mr. Cub beside me slumps over on me in the middle of the game. I pushed him back, which turned out to be a mistake. Why? Well, he woke up and proceeded to start vomiting. Yes peeps, you read it right: vomiting.

I’ve been to a bunch of games in a bunch of sports with a huge group of intoxicated fools and never had anyone splatter me with vomit. He took off for the restroom — about 3 miles away from where we were — and came back shoeless. His girlfriend sprinkled sunflower seeds into the mess and genius sat barefoot in it!

Now I’m as macho as the next guy, but even that was too much for me.

I guess the Cubs’ fans were getting even. If you can’t beat them... puke on them.

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