When I was a young lad, one of my greatest thrills was going to New York to see baseball games with my Dad. I had the privilege to see greats like Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Moose Skowren, Yogi Berra, Stan Musial, Willie Mays, Whitey Ford and on and on play live. I’ve enjoyed the distinction to see the then NY Giants play at The Polo Grounds, The then Brooklyn Dodgers play at Ebbets Field and the Yankees at the original Yankee Stadium.
In 1986, we were living outside Chicago and my parents came for a visit from Connecticut to see us and our then young kids. I was able to get tickets for Wrigley Field, and the three generations, my Dad, me and son/grandson Jeff got to experience the Cubs at home. My first impression and lasting memory of Wrigley as we entered at street level and made the slight descent to our seats was that I was in a theater. It was so different than any ball park I had seen. That park is a magnificent venue for experiencing the game of baseball. So that is where any residual fondness for the Chicago Cubs comes from. I’m glad they made the final season ending journey at long last. Go Cubs!