On Opening Night 2015, I wondered how I would cheer for a team I didn’t know. It was my first game at Wrigley Field and Graham and I had been living in Chicago for two weeks. I had no one to go to the game with, so I went alone. I was still terrified of the move we had just made from Phoenix, and I would be for months.
As the season progressed, I felt more comfortable and started to have a lot more fun. Maybe this move wouldn’t be so bad, I thought. The team was fun to watch, and I experienced the tradition and revelry that Wrigley is known for. The crowds’ chants were irresistible. I was able to see the most amazing plays and nerve-racking games. I could take any out-of-town visitors with me knowing they would have a great time.
When I sat in my seat at Wrigley that first night, I didn’t imagine they would make it to the playoffs, let alone the NLCS. We got a lot more baseball than we expected, and I’m grateful for that. I’m glad I got to see what happens in Wrigleyville when the team wins big, even if my head was killing me the entire next day. Ah, the memories.
Thank you for making my first seven months in Chicago a blast, Cubs. See you in April! (Or maybe even at spring training!)
|The Cubs’ NLDS win|
|Fourth of July fireworks at Wrigley|
|The Wrigley scoreboard|