I am skipping through most of South Dakota, all of Minnesota, Wisconsin, and going straight to Illinois and my favorite city in the country, Chicago. Not only was traveling through those states uneventful, (we did have a low tire pressure indicator light go on for no apparent reason) once we left Mt. Rushmore all I could think of was getting to the Windy City. We had to be there by at least 3pm on Thursday if we were going to make the Cubs/Cardinals game at Wrigley Field. Built in 1914, Wrigley Field is the second oldest baseball park in the country. It's where Babe Ruth called his home run in the 1927 World Series, and its where Ted Williams hit a walk off home run in the first All Star game. Every great ballplayer who ever lived at one point in time played on this field. It's ivy covered brick walls, bleacher bums, and the neighborhood homes that peer over the fence makes for the perfect setting for watching a baseball game. Not to mention beer vendors in the stands who have been banned in California for 20 years. I've wanted to experience this park since I was a kid watching the Giants wearing those ugly orange pullover jersey's in the 70's play the Cubs. It's a place that reminds you of stories your dad told you about a simpler time, when things were simply better in this country. Walking into this place is like stepping into a time machine...
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