Look, I witnessed that disaster in person today, and the last thing I want to do is talk about it. It was bad enough having to watch it unfold before me. So instead, here are some photos I took today.
(Pretend you are looking at a photo of Jeff Garlin. He walked right past Doc and me while we were at Rockit. We had a debate about whether or not it was actually him until we saw him taking photos with people. If I had taken a photo of him, it would be here.)
Here’s the outside of Wrigley with the giant banner. And believe me, this is the GOOD banner. The other side had Maholm and Sveum on it. This side is blessed by Samardzija’s flowing locks.
Moving right along, this bit of marvelousness awaited me upon entry into the Friendly Confines:
And if you can’t tell, the banners went like this: Baker, DeWitt, Mather, Williams. One of these things is not like the others.
Even though it was so so so so so cold:
I couldn’t complain about the view:
I could, however, complain about this:
I’m not sure which jersey was more ill-advised; that one or the Rich Hill one I saw wandering around.
Oh, and the video board is unobtrusive and really not that big of a deal:
Speaking of obtrusiveness, I can’t even tell you all how gross the noodle looks with pieces of fake bacon stuck all over it. It looks like the noodle has some sort of flesh-eating virus. Seriously.
A big thank you to everyone who hung out with me today, especially Doc, who didn’t tell anyone I ate an entire Rockit Truffle pizza by myself (I don’t think), and who understood why I had to run away from the giant guy who dresses like ivy (he scares the bajeezus out of me).
All in all, it was a great day at Wrigley. Unless you count the game.