My wife’s son works for a company that has four season tickets directly behind the third base dugout at Wrigley Field. Yesterday we got to use them. It is as close as I have ever been to a major league game. Interesting too that the people around us seemed like everyday people, no one rich and famous. Those folks are probably behind the glass walls high up above.
The beer vendors came around every two minutes, but we only wanted water. That vendor never showed. The lines were so deep underneath that it would have taken half an hour to get waited on. And anyway, it would have been $10 for two Aquifinas.
But we did not have to pee, the whole time, saving another half an hour.
This is, however, a fun time. Keep that in mind.
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