Baseball is all I can think about right now. The Cubs play in the NL Wild Card game against the Pirates tonight and I’m a nervous wreck. I dreamed about it all night. Seriously.
In fact, my life is all about baseball this year because I try to fully support my husband in his field. I also just really love watching baseball (in person). The last regular season game I went to was the Cubs vs. Brewers in Milwaukee last weekend. Graham and I were finally able to watch our first Cubs game together. We just had to drive to Wisconsin to do it.
The experience of watching a game at Wrigley vs. anywhere else is completely different. Wrigley, partly because of the history, is a special place. It’s also smaller than any other ballpark I’ve visited, which makes watching a game much more intimate.
Miller Park is an impressive stadium. There’s so much to look at and the field is well-maintained. I found myself looking around much more than paying attention to the game. One aspect that shocked me was having to wait in such a long line at each entrance to the game. You would think that lines would flow more smoothly in a venue of that size. I kept overhearing people say that security is heightened for Cubs games, but I don’t know if that’s true.
We finally made it inside in the second inning. The concourse is huge compared with Wrigley. It’s nice to have a little more breathing room. Cubs fans like us turned out in big numbers to watch the team beat the Brewers. But despite being fans of the opposing team, we were lucky enough to be given a tour of the awesome field.
|The sausage race to see which section wins something.|
|Go, Cubs, go!|
Go, Cubs, go!
I visited Wisconsin for the first time on Saturday. Graham and I drove to Milwaukee for a Cubs game at Miller Park. We met our friends at Lakefront Brewery before the game for some beer and food. The plan came together quickly and haphazardly, so we weren’t able to buy brewery tour tickets in time. The website says the tickets usually sell out for weekends, but mini tours are available. Instead, we just hung out in the beer hall. I immediately asked for cheese curds and mac and cheese, which Graham and I shared. I’m not typically a beer drinker, but when in Rome … you at least have one.
I loved the communal vibe of the beer hall, where you share tables with strangers. Chances are they might not be strangers when you leave. And I could not get enough of those cheese curds. (I also snacked on friends’ fries and more cheese curds.) My diet on Saturday was 60 percent cheese and 40 percent assorted carbs. No regrets!
Some kind strangers gave us tokens for beer, but those are only good for the 6 ounce pours you get on the tour. We’re saving those for next time. Another nice lady tried to take a photo for Graham and me, but when I went to look at the photo, it was missing. Turns out she just thought she took the photo. It’s the thought that counts, right? As a people-watcher, I find places like these are a treasure trove of entertaining moments. Of course, Cubs fans made up a large portion of the people in the beer hall. The workers were animated about the tours and their announcements. One announcement: “We love your beautiful faces, but please no camping near the taps. Hang out in the beer hall.”
|I could not get enough of those cheese curds.|
Milwaukee is such an easy drive from Chicago that I know we’ll be back for a tour soon. The Pabst Mansion is also on my list. What other things should I do in Milwaukee?