Jon rallied us up and out of bed really early this morning. He wanted to make it to Chicago by 10:45 for the 1:00 Chicago Cubs – Chicago White Sox game. We were on the road for almost four hours, but we made it to Wrigley Field in perfect time.
How We Got the Tickets…
Now, this weekend is a major inter-league baseball weekend across the country. And this – the Cubs vs. the White Sox – is a major inter-league game, much like the Subway Series of Yankees vs. Mets. It’s virtually impossible to get tickets. Almost.
Originally, we weren’t planning to come to Chicago. Our friends Mike and Lynn from San Diego were in Chi-town for the weekend, but we didn’t think the timing would work out for us. But an intriguing (and slightly random) connection got us here. When we stayed with Bridget and Terry in Kansas City, we mentioned that we weren’t going to Chicago and Jon said something about but not being able to get tickets to Wrigley Field. Bridget and Terry said, “Well, Billy can get you tickets!”. Huh? Billy who?
Billy is Terry’s very best friend and was the best man at their wedding. He’s also (small, small world) the third baseman for the Chicago Cubs!!! Uuuuuuuhhhh…. excuse me? Are you joking?!?!? That alone is reason to go to Chicago! Just for the story! So Billy Mueller (pronounced “Miller”) secured us five highly coveted tickets to today’s inter-league game and we were so psyched about it.
We met Mike and Lynn and Jon’s friend Steve Lieberman at the main entrance of Wrigley Field. We wanted to get into the ballpark when the Cubs were at batting practice so we could find Billy and say hello and thanks for the tickets.
Lynn, Jon, Mike, and Steve at Wrigley Field
Unfortunately, the player tickets hadn’t been sent down to Will Call yet, so we instead went to a nearby bar where ESPN was hosting a brunch. Steve works for ESPN, so he knew the place to go! We hung out there for a while and then made our way back to Wrigley Field.
Jon, Mike and I went down near third base to see if we could catch a glimpse of Billy Mueller but the Cubs had long since finished their batting practice. So we stuck around for a while but since the seats were filling up so we went back to our own seats. Later, we saw Billy come out on the field to stretch and warm up, so we headed down again to find him. As soon as we made it down to third base (no small feat in this sold-out stadium), Billy ducked back into the dugout. So we never got a chance to thank him for the tickets.
Our seats, by the way, were spectacular. Bridget and Terry warned us that the players’ seats are never the best. Baseball is, after all, still a business and the players are employees. So the best seats will naturally be used for revenue and not for the players’ benefit. But our seats were great! We were high up in the first section, in the shade, with a perfectly symmetrical view of the field.
Our View of Wrigley Field
So we were quite happy with our seats! But honestly, it wouldn’t have mattered if we were in the nosebleed seats. It wouldn’t have mattered because – of course – these tickets were given to us by Billy Mueller, third baseman for the Chicago Cubs!
In fact, we’d have been happy with the “rooftop seats” outside the stadium. The people who own the buildings around Wrigley Field have built bleachers on top of their roofs for seating and revenue. How funny is that? There’s the price for having a ballpark in the middle of a bustling city.
Private Bleacher Seats
Anytime Billy came up to bat, we cheered like crazy. I have no idea if he heard us, but I’d like to think that it helped a bit. He was batting .228 and was 1-4 with a walk and a run scored.
Billy At Bat
Did I mention that our tickets were given to us by Billy Mueller, third baseman of the Chicago Cubs?
The Cubs lost to the White Sox 10-6, and the crowd was absolutely nutty the entire game. It was a surprisingly even split between Cubs fans and White Sox fans, but all were equally fanatical about their teams winning this game. What a great way to spend a beautiful father’s day. At an exciting and energetic baseball game. Does life get better than this?
Only if your tickets are courtesy of Billy Mueller, third baseman of the Chicago Cubs.
After the game was over, we said good-bye to Lynn and Mike who had a flight to catch back to San Diego. Steve went with them because their luggage was at his apartment. Jon and I went down to the Cubs’ dugout to try to see Billy again, but that was highly unlikely because we knew he had a radio interview to do after the game. It’s all good, though. One really can’t complain about hanging out in an empty Wrigley Field. Well, except the security guards who eventually came and shooed us out.
We got in our car and headed to our hotel, which was about 30 minutes outside the city. 45 minutes with the heinous Sunday evening traffic. The hotel, it turns out, is just near O’Hare airport but we didn’t notice any air traffic when we later settled in to sleep.