This is going to be a short post because I really need to get to sleep…but just got back from the Crosstown Classic numero tres and CUBS WON! AGAIN! SWEEP! It was incredible…my aunt always gets the best tickets in town, and they were row 11…oh yeah, that’s ROW 11 from the third baseline, right over the Cubs dugout!!!!!!!! AMAZING. When we got there, I kept elbowing my dad being like, hey look, that’s Ramirez…right there…hehe…oh look, Dempster’s RIGHT THERE I COULD SPIT ON HIM! Amazing.
The game was alright. I mean, we did win, but it wasn’t as exciting as the last games. The ESPN camera guy was hilarious running back and forth up and down the field, then the seats, he was around us all the time, but I doubt we got on camera. Foul balls were coming our way, and people near us actually watched the game, instead of standing around, shootin the shit until the beer guy came by. Plus my aunt and cousin are White Sox fans, so it was fun to rub it in their faces.
The only indiscretion I would have to admit was the return of “Strapless in Chicago” and “Hairflip Hottie”. Grr. Look. I am a girl. But I also like sports. Especially baseball. Especially the cubs. And yes, I know there are the “Wrigleyville Wenches and Lincoln Park Hussies” that come to the ballpark to, well, do anything but watch the game. Or they watch the game because they like guys in tight pants. But these girls….just put all us sports-loving-PJ on MY BOYS (the tv show on TBS) gals to shame. First off…WHO WEARS A STRAPLESS WHITE DRESS TO A BALLGAME?!!??!?!?!?! Seriously, the four girls were like Sex and the City girls, except much more annoying. They were like, take a picture! We’re so cute! Gag me. But they were not as bad as “Hairflip Hottie”. Not only did she flip her long hair repeatedly into my aunt’s face, but her boyfriend and her showed up in the FIFTH INNING, then preceded to make-out and have tickle wars with each other. The most hilarious part though, was when the stick returned to her seat, and I glanced over my shoulder to the rows behind us, and all the guys were just staring…I mean gawking, jaws dropped, idiotically infatuated with “Hairflip Hottie”. Again, Gag me with my own flem.
But besides those things, the seats were fantastic, and the Cubs won…so not a bad Sunday night. Like my shirt said: “It’s all about the baseball”.