take me out to the ball game

take me out to the ball game

A Cubs game at Wrigley Field in the Bleacher Seats is one of those bucket list/must-do’s, especially if you’re ever lucky enough to be able to live in Chicago during the summer. I had been to a couple of games almost 10 years ago, but got to go for another round last weekend with a friend who was in town. In no particular order, here’s a montage of the sweaty, sunburned, blast of festivities. (And these are just the photos from the first 3 hours of the full-day marathoning party around Wrigleyville!):

The game begins a bit cloudy:

The blue lollipop gives a major league thumbs up:

Yay, tickets for the Bud Light Bleachers:

…the only place to be at Wrigley. The stadium was packed to my right:

…and my left:

We got some free hats and stocked up on peanuts and beer of course:

…which I enjoyed thoroughly as the sun came out:

Every last person was branded with some kind of Cubs gear or color. I liked these two tees in front of us:

(I made sure to follow their rules.)

We all sang and swayed together:

I had to have a hot dog:

…and laugh at myself at how I have failed painfully at being a vegetarian lately:

We made friends with all the people around us. You somehow become insta-buddies after sweating on each other. I shared one of our double-chocolate delish Sprinkles cupcakes with these friendly fun gals behind us. (I had noticed one of them had a pregnant belly, so naturally it was just the right thing to do.):

As the game wrapped up, the carnage was everywhere:

Before we were booted out, I managed to snap a couple of clear pix of these great signs:

You’ve gotta love before, during and after game razzing and trash talking (which there was plenty of.) These Cubs fans were selling water outside the stadium:

If you can imagine the perfect All-American baseball game time, this was it. It was a total blast and couldn’t have gone more perfectly if we had planned every detail.

…buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack, I don’t care if I never get back…