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Rain. No reign.
Thursday, October 4, 2018 at 02:44PM 
Our beloved Chicago Cubs' 2018 season ended with a whimper on Tuesday night.
Will I watch the World Series anyway?
I don't know. It remains to be seen.
When TG and I were at Wrigley Field in Chicago on August 28th to see the Cubs host the New York Mets, everybody's hopes were still high.
On that evening as we arrived at the Friendly Confines, having ridden the sardine train "L" to get there from our hotel, dark clouds were rolling in across Chicago.
They threatened to rain out all or at least part of the game.
But we were ninety minutes early; the radar showed a storm that appeared to be moving quickly.
So it was that, having entered the park and found our excellent seats, as we were absorbing the vibes of Cubbyland and enjoying the outdoors -- hot and muggy though it certainly was -- the grounds crew began covering the field.
Noooooooo ...
Wrigley staff, and messages posted on the huge LED scoreboards, told fans to run for cover if they weren't already under roof.
We weren't; after sitting beneath an overhang last year, with limited visibility, TG and I said "never again" and this year splashed out for seats much closer to the action.
But as the storm showed its teeth, we were shooed higher, and like mountain goats everyone clambered up into the still-empty seats back in the shadows.
While passing the time there we met a young lady who had flown from her home in Texas all the way to Chicago, just for the game. She planned to spend the night and fly back home the next day.
A Cub fan since childhood, she asked if I'd get some pictures of her against the backdrop of one of the most beautiful fields in all of baseball.
Which of course I did, and they were cute. She was so thrilled to be there.
The storms exited the area by game time, moving eastward to darken the skies over Lake Michigan, and the first pitch was thrown out exactly on schedule.
The game wasn't as exciting as some I've seen on TV. In fact, at the end of nine innings it was tied: Cubs one, Mets one.
The tenth inning was set to begin when the heavens opened again, with rain so torrential that it was obvious the game wouldn't be concluded that night.
It was ten o'clock. TG and I moved higher again -- eighty percent of those in attendance had left -- and waited for an hour with the other stragglers. Just in case.
At eleven, we were again shooed -- this time, out onto the street. Like, bye.
Naturally, we wondered if our tickets would get us into Wrigley the next day to see the game played to its finish (there was a day game scheduled; it would make sense if they wrapped up the rained-out game before starting the new one).
But, no. Huh-uh. I mean, they did finish the rained-out game before starting the next one. But we weren't invited. Not without a credit card number.
The Cubs organization let it be known the next morning that the only way you were getting in to see the end of the night game, was if you had a ticket for the day game to follow.
TG and I were headed over toward Wrigley anyway, though, because about a half-mile north of the ballpark is a massive historic cemetery: Graceland.
I'd wanted to visit there for some time, and finally the day had arrived. In another post, I'll show you the things we saw.
Outside Wrigley Field, however, is a great big screen, and you don't have to buy a ticket in order to stand on the street and watch games.
So we made our way back to Clark and Addison, and stood on the sidewalk in a much cooler, gray and misting day, to watch as the Cubs finished what they'd started, defeating the Mets two to one.
This past Tuesday night, the score was again two to one.
Only this time, it was Colorado Rockies two, Cubs one.
Which meant, it's all over but the crying. For us, anyway.
That's baseball.
And that is all for now.
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Happy Thursday
Reader Comments (7)
I'm sorry it rained on your parade! Your pictures of the field are great!
I quit watching the Tigers way back in June.
I will probably watch the World Series, but for some reason, after a lifetime of watching and enjoying baseball, the last two years, I haven't.
@Mari ... haaahaha yeah it rained on our parade in more ways than one. *sigh* There's always next year. xoxo
@Judy ... you should start watching again. Such good fun. We went to a Tigers game in Detroit once, at least fifteen years ago. Maybe more. I don't know. But it was fun! xoxo
I am sorry about the rain, but it has been that kind of a year. It has withheld from some and dumped onto others. Seemingly all at the wrong time. It's a good thing you had your honey with you. Who cares if it rains. :)
@Cheryl ... You are right! My honey and I had a wonderful time, even through the rain! I love rain. It was rather marvelous. xoxo
Leaving you a comment here because I can't find your email address. Thank you so much for coming to my blog and praying for those that need prayer. I hope you have a wonderful week. xo xo xo
@Diana ... there's a place in my sidebar to contact me via email. I'm sorry you didn't see it. I did pray for Ms. Turpin and I've thought about her several times. xoxo