I’ll never forget my first home, the house I grew up in, the house my parents still live in to this day. I lived there for the first 21 years of my life until I moved into my own apartment with my friend two blocks away; that was my second home. From there it was in an apartment with my girlfriend, back into my first apartment, this time with my brother, out to California and an apartment in Burbank, back in an apartment with that same girlfriend in Los Angeles, an apartment back in Chicago, then a condo, and now, the house I’ve been in with my family for the past almost seven years. Luckily for me, I’ve enjoyed each and every stop along the way; what’s next?
Well, besides my places of residence, there are other places I consider home; take for example, the job that I’ve been at for the past 29+ years. Sure, we may have changed company names a bunch of times, and changed locations, but the job and the people, are still the same. Maybe some of my favorite restaurants; I think of Ricobenes for one… maybe our neighborhood pizza place, or the taco joint around the corner from our house. Sure, I love food… that makes sense. On Friday afternoon, my son reminded me of another one of my happy places. We decided to go to the Cubs game vs the Royals at 120pm, one of his last hurrahs before going back to school. It was a last minute decision, and after rushing around a bit, we got in our seats just as the Cubs took the field in the top of the first inning. After we sat down, and cracked open our water, Gatorade, and a bag of peanuts that we picked up on the walk over, my son said: “This is like our second home” I don’t think I could have smiled any wider.
Yes, Wrigley Field, similarly the United Center and Soldier Field, but more than all of them, Wrigley… I love it there. One day, I hope to attend every single Cubs game at home for an entire season; one day, maybe my primary home, my residence, will be within walking distance of the Cathedral. It is possible, considering this was my wife’s neighborhood growing up; you never know…
On this beautiful Friday afternoon in August, a day when jets would be flying over Wrigley preparing for the Air and Water show over the weekend, the result wasn’t what we wanted. We had our chances though. It took a perfect throw to get Nico out at 2nd in the 9th, and that check swing they rang Bellinger up on was kind of suspect, but… as normal, when I’m at the game with my son, it’s not about the result. Sure, it’s always fun to win, and yes, I would prefer it, but, the fact that he loves going to Cubs games as much as I do… priceless. Until next time… Go Cubs!!!
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