Charlie attended his very first MLB game last night – the Los Angeles Dodgers v. the Chicago Cubs at Wrigley Field. He wasn’t a huge fan of the crowds, even though he is a social butterfly, but he was quite a hit with guests as he walked the park with daddy. A bunch of…highly inebriated…women were quite interested in holding Charlie…luckily, Jim ran as fast as he could in the other direction. An older vendor (probably in his 60s) commented that he thought it was so neat that this was Charlie’s first game and he couldn’t wait to deny Charlie a beer when he turned 18. Some men behind us even sympathized with Charlie when he cried after he ate and they told him, “Don’t cry, little guy.” The looks we got were priceless, the evening was fun-filled, even though the Cubs lost (as to be expected).
This is where we parked (945 W. Dakin). Joe owns it. He rocks. The end.
The golden ticket
On the way to the game!
Task: Google Penn Jillette and then Ozzy Osbourne. Yes, I believe this random man on the street is their child.
Daddy and Charlie – Daddy’s first time at Wrigley (and probably last!)
Mommy’s just a LITTLE excited to share in this with Charlie
When Jim was escorting Charlie around the park, I proceeded to pour 1/4 of my pepsi between my left leg and Sarah’s right. Unfortunately, it spilled all over Sarah’s new Cub’s shirt as well (evidence below). She was laughing, I was ready to cry and it was HONESTLY the most horrifying incident of the evening (apart from Charlie’s screams on the ride home out of fatigue). Egads.