I get to go eat a bunch of food on Opening Day of Baseball (AKA at my home: the Super Bowl of Spring). My better half is baseball obsessed. (Well, Mariners obsessed; a blessing and a curse.) So, he reads me snippets from stories about trades and spring training and other blather throughout the winter. (When he's not skiing, or biking 35 miles on a Sunday. Yeah, he is hard core.)
But today, he read me the best baseball story I've heard all year, about the Chicago Tribune's contest to have readers come up with protest songs flying in the face of the news that filthy rich owner Sam Zell wants to rename Wrigley Field. You've got to watch the You Tube video of the winner. Click here. It's a scream.
If I wasn't an M's fan -- albeit a fair weather one -- I would be a Cubs fan. I've been to the legendary park and it's so retro cool. Plus, Sweet Lou is the manager. I miss Lou in Seattle. Did I ever tell you about the time I saw him out on the town, eating a huge steak after a come-from-behind win. The game where relief pitcher Arthur Rhoades was asked to remove his diamond earring and a brawl broke out. (DON'T BE MESSIN' WITH A MAN'S JEWELRY!)
Hubby got up and went over and shook Lou's hand. Gives me chill bumps just thinking about it!
Anybody want to meet me at the game Monday for a bite? I'm buying.
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