On a warm spring night there are few better places than finding yourself in the bleachers at Wrigley Field and hanks to @DreFlair, I got some free tickets! With a cool breeze you’ll find few more entertaining baseball experiences no matter where your baseball allegiances may lie. I’ve been going to the bleachers since the massive heatwave of 1995 when the temperature hit 106 and sweat stains could be seen on the faded bleachers. Since then, the @cubs have built more seating, added a Toyota sign, a lounge in center field, and made the line for getting a wristband longer than the line to Hot Doug’s.
Despite these things, here’s why I love going to the bleachers:
When you’re watching baseball on TV, the view is always from the center field cameras. Behind the mound, you get to see where the catcher is setting up, if a runner is out or safe, and catch when the bullpen is warming up. Watching the outfielders shift every so often lets you know where they think the ball is going to go. I love taking pictures from the bleachers!
For whatever reason, Cubs fans make no sense. Half come to the game unprepared to pay any attention, while the vast majority drink until they can’t think, throwing food and sometimes drenching players in a cold cup of beer. Whether you are a diehard fan of baseball who shudders to think of missing a play or someone more interested in tweeting on the ignorance of the fans all game, you’ll nary find a crowd that reacts with no sense of logic in baseball.
Call me old school, but back in the day Cubs fans prided themselves that the Wave did not and could not happen in Wrigley. You save that nonsense for the other foo-foo ballparks around the country. In the past three games I’ve gone to I’ve seen one wave go through the stadium umpteen times, at another game a set of fools attempted the Wave and were shouted down, and last night’s Wave which stopped as soon as it went up. Totally unacceptable fan behavior.
If the Cubs are losing heavily, you’ll have no trouble finding that extra legroom you’ve always dreamed about. Fans trickle out each inning as the Cubs will likely face another 100-loss season. As the “L’s” start piling up, you can rest assured that new seats will open up after the seventh inning stretch.
The bleachers are as glorious as they are obnoxious. Regardless of the circumstance, I would make sure to stop for a bleacher game if I ever had to leave Chicago for good.