me and mom go to Wrigley Field, a film

me and mom at wrigley

my mom hates driving and hates riding in cars too.

she thinks everyone else on the road are big huge poop monsters and shes possibly right.

so today around lunch time i was all, ma, lets go TO WRIGLEY FIELD

she was like, ABSOLUTELY NOT!

i said, how about if we take Irving Park Road all the way down.

she was like, it’ll still be full of crazy pants fools around Wrigley.

i said, true but i promised this sweet young lady that i would write her dad’s name on the wall at Wrigley where everyones writing the names of their loved ones who didnt get to see the Cubs.

still in the glow of last night’s giant victory my mom caved in and there we were driving the slowest route ever from the suburbs to the Friendly Confines.

wrigley wall

once we got there it was awe inspiring.

names everywhere. i guess over 108 years a lot of sweet people came and went. and tragically none of them saw the Cubs win the world series.

so here’s why Cub fans are like no other. there was boxes of chalk everywhere. for free.

cub fans wall

and there were lots of parentes with their kids and the kids were waaaay into chalking up the wall, the street, light poles, the curb, their sisters, cops, drunk fratboys passed out in the gutter.

i even saw someone put his grampas name on the shoe of mayor rahm emmanuel.

and because every reachable part of the walls were covered: PEOPLE BROUGHT LADDERS AND LEFT THEM THERE SO THAT OTHERS COULD GET UP HIGH AND PUT MORE NAMES UP THERE.

cubs ground

it was such a beautifully colorful outpouring of love, remembrance, and thanksgiving, i nearly started bawling like a baby, because deep down im just a man on the verge of tears when i think about the Cubs and what it means to so many people in this beautiful city

a city, that by the way, has had the most wonderful weather this week. like warm and rainy at night and sunny in the day. freaky nice.

harry's grave

before we went to Wrigley we visited Harry Caray’s grave in Des Plains. i aint never visited a cemetery to see the headstone of a “celebrity” before, and it was kind of amazing.

little known fact: cemetarys dont give a shit if you visit them. in fact, they welcome it. the doors are open, you can drive around easily. and on Find A Grave .com they even tell you where the famous person’s resting spot is.

mom and i drove around the big cemetery for a while, gawking at the unusually large headstones and i expected a group of people or security or something… but when i saw bushels of green apples i knew we were there.

in a previous photo of harry’s grave i saw like 6 apples on his headstone but as you can see, i was not the first person to go there and say bro, they did it. we are champs. and we are thinking of you!

i brought a bottle of Old Style and decided id set it down next to that pumpkin.

me at harry carays grave

but first my mom took this picture.

the two women that you see in the far left corner saw us coming and gave us some time to read some of the things people had written on apples and signs and bags of Cracker Jacks and when they saw us leaving they headed back to his grave. the women were both wearing Cubs shirts and I tipped my hat to them and we told each other how happy we were and how great Harry was and it was so ridiculously sweet i wanted to hug them.

as we got in the car we saw that they were back in front of his grave, tending to it. chatting.

not leaving any time soon.

and weirdly me and mom didn’t really feel like leaving either.

it was an extremely peaceful, chill spot.

i thought, so is this how its gonna be now?

is life just mellow and beautiful after your biggest dream comes true?

hope so.

 

if i wake up tomorrow and this was all a dream

bill murray

well, i guess that would make sense.

who

what

 

HOW

 

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GREATEST FUCKING BASEBALL GAME I EVER SAW

 

AND FOR SURE THE GREATEST WORLD SERIES GAME SEVEN OF ALL TIMES

 

and best of all i got to watch it with my dear momma

who kicked the carpet and swore and stomped around the house

and screamed louder and got madder than i ever saw her get

and trust me i used to get her plenty pissed off.

finally she just had to go to the kitchen and play solitare cuz she couldnt handle it.

WHO COULD HANDLE IT

i messed up and got ready to drive to Chicago.

and i threw on my Zambrano jersey and World Series cap

but that only brought bad very very bad luck.

so i had to take all of that off again and put on my pajamas

AND THEN THEY WENT INTO EXTRA INNINGS

and holy shit was that dangerous

and then we won

and i yelled at my mom in the other room MOM WE WON WE WON

AND SHE CAME RUNNING IN WHAT

WAAAAHHHHTTTT?

AND SHE SAW IT ON TV ALL THE PLAYERS HUGGING AND ME SCREAMING

AND OUTSIDE FIREWORKS GOING OFF

HERE IN THE SLEEPY SUBURBS AT MIDNIGHT ON A SCHOOL NIGHT

DRIZZLE OUT SIDE FIREWORKS

M80s and ROCKETS

THE MIDWEST!

I RAN OUTSIDE WITH MY FLAG MY MOM VIDEOED ME AND I POURED ONE OUT FOR ALL THE BROTHERS AND SISSTTERS WHO CAME AND WENT

108 YEARS WORTH

AND I POURED OUT AN ENTIRE OLD STYLE TALL BOY JUST AS I PROMISED

JUST AS WAS WRITTEN

FOR HARRY AND JACK BRICK HOUSE AND MY RELATIVES AND THE FIRST TONY PIERCE

AND MY MOMS DAD AND ERNIE BANKS AND PRINCE AND

MY PHONE WAS BLOWING UP ALL NIGHT AND MY BRO CALLED AND IT WAS MONICAS BIRTHDAY SUDDENLY AND LINDA WAS PROPOSING AND I WAS PROPOSING TO ZULIEKA AND LEAH WAS WATCHING IT ON FACE TIME

 

IT WAS THE CRAZIEST NIGHT OF SPORT OF ALL TIMES AND I NEED TO WATCH THAT GAME AGAIN IN ITS ENTIRETY BECAUSE I DO NOT AT ALL BELIEVE WHAT  SAW

and now im exhausted.

oh god THANK YOU JESUS!