Well, Dad: It Could Be Worse: I could have married a Democrat.

You should know by now, but I was born and raised a White Sox fan and traditionally White Sox fans and Cub fans do not get along, but Mike and I were like, "uh, yeah, screw that" and we got married and lived happily ever after. We got married and attended many White Sox games, and by many I mean maybe like 5 or 6 or 7. But no Cubs games. Until this summer. Just this past Sunday I attended my second Cub's game of the summer. And Mike attended his second Cub's game of his life. The last time Mike was at a Cub's game it was almost exactly twenty years prior to Sunday night - he attended the first night game at Wrigley, cool, eh? So anyway, I think the picture below isn't that bad, Dad, since really, I didn't marry a democrat and I think that would cause you more upset than the simple fact that I wore a Cub's shirt, right?

Yeah, but Liam looks pissed to even be held my me in that shirt! (Notice I had to put him in his Sox gear to make up for it?)

So...we met up with mcmama and Jennifer and her husband Tate. (Just a side note - I forced Mike to go and get himself a t-shirt to wear to the game. "Nobody goes to a baseball game wearing a button up shirt (mike's usual attire). Nobody. Just get a t-shirt and try something different for once." So of course when I saw Tate for the first time, wearing a button up shirt, one I believe Mike actually owns, I thought, "well, maybe I'm wrong, but I've got a feeling these two will get along." (I wasn't wrong. I felt they got along pretty well.) ) So anyway...everyone met at my house, we walked to the train and waited for our adventure to begin.Once in the city we had lunch on Michigan Ave., walked through Millenium Park for a bit, and then said goodbye to mcmama...

And made our way to the redline and off to Harry Carey's Bar! Where we somehow scored a table right away - some guys were about to leave and told us if Jennifer took her shirt off we could have their table. I'll let you guess whether or not she scored that table for us!

So, after a few beers at the bar, we headed to Wrigley Field...and got some shots of the sign. And then we headed in to get settled in our seats. oh! And while we were out there Tate had to buy a score card, and I was all, "You've got to be kidding me!"

But then while watching the game Jennifer and Tate showed me how exactly scoring works, and my god, I was hooked. So we all took turns (except Mike, he was too busy fetching me junk food!). I really liked keeping score, especially the inning where the Cubs took a huge lead over the Cards. That was fun - and I'm thinking both Jennifer and Tate didn't mind not having to keep score of that one. =)

And then there was the 7th inning stretch...

And then Jennifer and I had a really good conversation about blogging, pulling traffic, pros/cons, "secret blogs" that aren't really secret, privacy, pictures, flickr, and all of a sudden...it was the 9th inning and the last out - so we had to stand and cheer.

Guess who won! Mike was SO happy being at a Cub's game - watching them win - drinking beer! I love this picture of him!

And guess what, Dad, see, Liam still loves me, even with that shirt on.

*Special note: I'm pretty sure my dad does not read this blog, I just think that if he did he would need to be reminded that Mike isn't a democrat, which in his book, I believe, is worse than being a Cub's fan.*

* Oh, and also, I don't talk politics on this blog.