So when I finally got to my seats at the Church of Baseball – Wrigley, I ended up sitting in the denomination’s front office seats along Scouts’ Row. Section 22, Aisle 6.
“Ended up sitting?” Yeah, ended up sitting. “End” would imply a journey, and the implication would be correct because in this case, the journey was even more fun than the destination.
We got to the city early enough so me and mama Finn started to walk to the stadium. Save a little on the cab fare, get in a little walk.
When we caught the taxi, we ended up getting into the place in fine fashion. Dropped off at Clark and Addison, right at the footsteps of the Cathedral.
There wasn’t a wait at Will Call so picking up the tickets should be a snap. And they were, right up to the point where they didn’t say they have my tickets.
After they said they didn’t have my tickets, I had to show them ID and give them my order confirmation. That’s when they told me that my tickets were for the previous night’s game.
So I rolled on over to the next window and asked if they had tickets for the night’s game. The ticket vendor said, “How ’bout 6 rows behind home plate.”
And that’s how I got in scout’s rows at the the Church of Baeball – Wrigley.
I went to Church of Baseball – Wrigley to watch a game
The Church of Baseball – Wrigley’s Field looked immaculate
I thought I bought tickets for this section
I ended up buying seats with this view
I would show more pictures, but the battery in my iPhone 3G died. Great smartphone; not-so-great battery life.
So by fortunate accident, I had a great seat at the Church of Baseball – Wrigley. It cost twice as much, but life blues that way from time to time.
Now it’s time to prepare for Ft. Myers, Margaritaville.