Go Cubs!

The day started with a visit to Oak Park, Frank Lloyd Wright's suburban portfolio. The suburb is amazing, beautiful and expensive. The houses are enormous, but because they are all the same, and surrounded with huge trees on large lots they just look serene and elegant. I kind of thought an Oak Park tour would have been as good as the tours concentrating on Frank Lloyd Wright stuff.

Anyway, after that we headed to Wrigley Field for the Cubs game. I bought us some beers (finally, I had some 'Bud')and we headed up to our seats. I tried not to think how high up we were as we walked set after set of cantilevered stairways.... probably about ten storeys up. Everyone was in red and blue, and there really are people walking round asking if we want "hot dogs, beer, candy, Cubs hats". They even have those weird nachos which are covered in orange cheesey goodness.

I don't think there's such a thing as a bad seat, we can see pretty much everything and I am constantly reminded of Pam's softball coaching when I watch runners prepare to steal etc. However, unlike softball at Martin Luckie, a person who makes a mistake has 40,000 people booing at them. Then the commentator tells everyone which player it was, their name and how long they've played for the team. The poor guy can't help but have to wave at the crowd, who keep booing.

(I'll put photos of all the action up soon.)

The game ended fairly shortly after we arrived (Cardinals 5, Cubs 2) and we crammed back on the El' with everyone else and made our way to Union Station, where I waited for my train to Washington D.C. I'll write more from there....