Being a Cubs fan, it's hard to get jacked up for 6 months of dissapointment, but opening day of baseball season is special. Last year, I fell back in love with minor league baseball. South Bend and Fort Wayne have done an incredible job with their stadiums, and it's a blast to head to the park on Sundays with the family.
Having said that, April 11th, our yearly Cubs trip takes place. Normally, it's about 2 or 3 cars full of guys that head up early in the season. I missed last year's trip, but here is how the trip before went with me.
We leave the timeout at 8 AM after having a couple drinks when the bar opens up at 7. I usually drink all the way, and hammer a pint before we get to wrigley, but this year I was more focused on the smoke, so I didn't drink til we got to the park. We get in, heckle during BP for 2 hours, which is the best part of the day regardless of the year. In between the 2nd and 3rd inning, as I'm walking up the steps to snag a beer, my flip flop gets caught on a step and I trip a bit. The head of security corners me and rips the wristband off of my wrist and tells me I'm to drunk to have anymore to drink. At this time, I'm 3 beers in and not even catching a good buzz yet. I flat told him I was going to drink all day, weather it would be there or at Murphy's. Well, I snag another beer and 1/4 of the way into it, I get booted. Head over to Murphy's and start pounding Crown and cran for 7 innings. To make a long story short, the Chicago police had to be called to the bar and were there to take me to the clink. I snuck out the back, down an alley, purchased a sweet pair of Cubs sweats and left without getting violated in jail.
That's our trip in a nutshell. This year, 27 of us are taking a bus up on the trip. 8 AM -9 PM of complete disater. It will be interesting to see how this one shakes out.
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