Week 1 Recap

Well, it's been an interesting first week of home games at Wrigley.

Nothing exciting really happened for the Rockies series since the weather was so crappy. We just got some beers (The new Old Style (sounds weird, I know) isn't terrible!) and hung out next door. After the game was over (Cubs Win!), we all went outside and did our post game routine: Listen to "Go Cubs Go" 5 times and hi-five as many people as possible outside. Splitting the series with the Rockies was nothing unexpected, especially since we were going up against former Cub Jason Marquis in the 2nd game, and as everyone knows, players who leave the Cubs, come back to kill the Cubs.

But even before the first Rockies game, you could tell what everyone was waiting for was this weekend. The first weekend series of year at Wrigley, and it was against the Cardinals. We knew we had to do this weekend right, and I like to think we did.

Unexpectedly, we got outdoor beer die going on Thursday for game 1 of the Cardinals series. It was also a nice surprise to find out it was "Spring Hot Girl Day." I have this theory than when baseball season is over, aliens scoop up all the hot girls in Wrigleyville, and they don't bring them back until the first really nice day of the Cubs season. However, despite the hot girls best efforts, the Cubs lost to the Cardinals 4-7 and we had to hear it from every stupid fucking Cardinals fan that walked by.

Friday, Greg and I went to the game, and it was amazing. Helluva first game to go to this season. The Cubs got out to an early 3-0 lead only to have the Cards come back and take the lead, then the Cubs tied it up, and the Cards took the lead again. In the bottom of the 8th, Cubs down by 1, Soriano comes to the plate, 0-4 on the day so far. A couple rows behind us, a guy says, "There's no way Soriano goes 0-5 today." This guy was right, Soriano cranked a 2 run home over the left center wall and the Cubs had the lead. Marmol came in for the 9th and shut it down, despite walking a guy, and hitting Pujols in the arm. Marmol got someone to ground out into a double play to end the game, and insanity ensued. Greg almost completely lost his voice. We made it back to my place in about 10 minutes, put the speaker on, and resumed our usual post game ritual. A couple friends of mine came over, and we hung out on the porch, drank some beers, and basked in the glow of the glorious day.

Saturday was a day to behold. The Bulls had their first playoff game against the Celtics that night, The Cubs were playing the Cardinals, and the Blackhawks were trying to go up 2-0 on the Flames that night. ALL IN ONE DAY! Things got off to a great start when the Bulls pulled off the upset over Boston. We knew after that, this day was going to be a good one. So I went to go get a keg for the Cubs game, while Greg and my neighbor stayed in my parking spot so I wouldn't lose it. Got back with the keg and we got the festivities started. Outdoor beer die in 70 degrees during a Cubs vs Cardinals game is really something everyone should get to enjoy. The Cubs game certainly didn't disappoint either. A little bit of free baseball in the extra innings, and a little bit of Aramis Ramirez walk off 2 run homer! Things got nutty after that homer, as we were ALL going nuts, even the Sox fans we had over. I'm beginning to think we should keep a camera trained to the front yards at all times, just so we can see our reactions to things like this. We blasted "Go Cubs Go" more than usual, and hi-fived even more people than usual.

The beer die kept going into Night-Die, and we had to bring some lights outside to keep playing. Martin (our other roommate), was playing during such a time, and he sunk the die in a cup! Thing is, the guy wasn't playing the game. And for no reason whatsoever, the guy decided to flip the beer die table over. Quite rude and uncalled for. I kind of just stood there in shock for a bit. However the highlight of the night was a buddy and myself shutting out out 2 other friends in beer die. If you get shut out for any reason in beer die, bags, beer pong, whatever; you have to run to the stop sign across the street in your underwear. There's photographic evidence of this happening too, which makes it even better.