So I just got back from Chicago, where I had the good fortune to attend my first-ever game at Wrigley Field on Friday afternoon. The Cubbies played like the bumblers of old rather that this year's edition, which just might be the best team in the National League. But that was sort of beside the point.
From the houses along Waveland Ave. to the statue of Harry Caray (kind of weird actually, with little kids bursting from his leg like Athena bursting from Zeus' head) to the intimate views inside, Wrigley is a destination every baseball fan should hit.
But the coolest thing about it was the atmosphere for a Friday afternoon game. I just love that tens of thousands of Chicagoans set aside the last day of the work week for more important pursuits, like drinking beer at 11 a.m. inside the friendly confines of the Cubby Bear. That's one of the bars across the street from Wrigley, if you've never been. Anyway, all the joints were packed before noon. And the whole thing felt like this great summer release, akin to a sleepover camp or outdoor rock festivals.
It made me regret that we don't have a similar ritual in Baltimore. Sure, Camden Yards is a great place to watch a game on a summer night. But we lack a tradition that connotes the setting aside of our ponderous lives in celebration of baseball. For the last week, I've wondered if we could create one. So I'll ask you guys.
Daily Think Special: Could Baltimore invent some sort of festive ritual that would add joy to attending O's games?
- Childs Walker
Editor's Note: The Sun's Peter Schmuck and Childs Walker will guest bartend this week while Dan Connolly is on vacation.