Oh, you adorable Cubbies, dependably snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, and today was no exception. For as far back as I can remember, I've wanted to go to a Cubs game. Wrigley Field. The Ivy. The Tradition. The Losing. I wanted it all and I finally had my chance today.
Like many great ideas, this day trip was concocted in an inebriated mind. However, unlike many of my "great" ideas, I actually thought this was a good one when I woke up in the morning. Why not? Oh, I can think of reasons: I'm preciously low on time in the States and my "To Do" List is growing out of control, packing, moving, freaking-out, packing some more. You get the idea. But alas, in my 27 years of life I had never been to Wrigley and I needed to make it happen. Especially with the knowledge that the world will end on my 30th Birthday.
It was a fantastic trip, and maybe I'll elaborate once I have the time. Long story short, it was an amazing experience and capped off by the Cubs blowing a 1-run lead in the top of the 9th by giving up a 3 RBI triple. Final score: 5-3, Braves.
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