Let’s be honest. If there’s one thing worse than Heidi Montag’s 19-surgery day, it’s the Chicago Cubs. They are the epitome of the laugh factor inside the MLB and have been since their last championship in 1908. Yes, 1908 – twenty-two years after Henry Ford invented his first horseless carriage, aka car. So a long ass time ago.
Rather than dwell on the negativity of all things Cubs, because Lord knows that’s been done in overabundance, I’ve decided to take the high road or positive approach if you will, and talk about the lone admirable part of the franchise – Wrigley Field. It’s not like fans can boast about a recent pennant chase but they can sure as hell boast about their ballpark. I’ve been to my fair share of ballparks, but none do I love more than Wrigley. There’s a funny thing about Wrigley – it’s all about baseball. I hate to state the obvious, but not all ballparks are created equal. Not by any means. And it seems this one, which spews history off every baseline, was created for the truest of baseball fans.