The game went its course, the place exploded in celebration.
We got swept down the ramps around and around, everyone was bigger, drunker and
crazier than me and Frankie. It was a social street insanity.
We may have been a bit gun-shy. This was the ultimate
“Cub/Sox Fight”! If that was the case we
going to get our ass kicked. We stayed undercover.
We came out on the other side than we came in. We went
around the park the first time, but didn’t pay the best of attention. Northsiders
don’t know how to count; Southsiders don’t know how to read. We went with the
crowd flow, pushed into the neighborhood and ended up lost. My memory records
we got frightened and had to get regroup. There was fucked up fun drunk and
fucked up drunk dangerous. Frank and I had seen a St Pat’s parade or two, but
we had to tread lightly and figure out how to get home. We wanted to escape.
We got over to Addison and
started to walk the wrong way, completely lost, but soon Lake Michigan stopped
us. Passing back through the mayhem around the WeWantAHit play lot, the CTA
buses were filled and not moving fast, swarms of Cub Fans suddenly having their
IQ’s raised through the roof filling the streets. A new crazy, but we knew we
could run to Western if we could, we had done it coming in.
Beisball 2020*
Opening Day*
Pitchers and Catchers*
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