Nov 21 2008
story time - My first Cubs game
The news is so slow that I thought I’d tell the story of my first time ever going to a Cubs game at Wrigley Field.
I was in second grade and it was Opening Day of 1993. My mom was going to take me to my first Cubs game. I didn’t know what to expect but I thought it was going to be cool.
In addition to it being my first Cubs game, it was also the very first funeral I ever went to. I think it might have been my Great Aunt who had passed away. Either way, I did not know her, and I did not know why everyone was crying and throwing themselves on the coffin. That’s right, I come from a very large, melodramatic, Italian family.
Anyhow, we left the funeral and headed on our way to Wrigley Field. I remember exiting from the Kennedy onto Addison Street. I remember feeling overwhelmed by the sight of so many cars and people walking the streets. My mom pulled up into the McDonalds and parked. I thought it was the coolest thing that there was a McDonalds by Wrigley Field. My mom and I went in and got some soup because it was so cold outside.
We finally went inside took our seats. I remember thinking that Wrigley Field was one of the most beautiful places I had ever seen. I could feel all of the excitment and energy coming from the fans and the media. Seeing as it was Opening Day, there was a lot of high optimism and excitement for the season.
I don’t remember much of the actual game. I remember it being so cold. My mom and I were sitting right by the press box in the upper deck. While I don’t remember the actual game or the outcome (I feel like the Cubs lost though), I do remember the great time I had with my mom. She talked to me about all sorts of things: her passion for baseball, eating peanuts, being a Cubs fan, and various stories about how she used to skip school and come out to Wrigley Field. I thought it was so cool to relate with my mom on the same level.
In the end, it was a day I will never forget.
