Wrigley Bleachers

I know that the stereotype of the bleachers is shirtless drunken yobs blindly praising Sosa and piling grief on opposing outfielders. Well, okay, that's mostly true. But tonight, Lisa, Karen, Steve and I spent possibly one of the most pleasant and fun nights I've ever had at Wrigley. The weather was absolutely perfect, and tonight's win over Houston was the best game I've been to in quite some time. It's a good game when the Cubs win and you can still admire an opponent's home run. Carlos Beltran just crushed that thing. (And whoever threw it back from outside had a gun. It almost landed at second.)

Perhaps the best part of the night was watching four friends playing the betting game where you put a dollar in and pass the cup each batter and watching the newlyweds of the group (wearing goofy "Bride" and "Groom" visors her mom had made them) win three times in a row. Then, two little boys in front of them wanted in on the game, so they all started putting dollars in for them, too.

At the end of the game, whoever ends up holding the cup wins whatever's left. The guy that won sat down, counted it out, and split the pot with the two kids. That probably just made their summer, winning $5 each out of a silly dollar game in the bleachers at Wrigley.