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| - There are few experiences in the sporting world that are analogous to a religious experience; a world cup final at Wembley, Game 7 at The House Ruth Built, an NFC championship in blustery Green Bay, the 50 yard line cut-off between Orange and Crimson at a Texas-ou game in Fair Park, The 18th at Augusta, The Old Garden in Boston ... and ...
Spring Training in Arizona. Hope springing eternal like a vernal seed, watching it in faces as the new season dawns and everyteam is hedged in first place, like a row of champion thoroughbreds at the gates.
Sharing this moment with 11,000 fellow Cubbie fans on an afternoon workday is ethereal. While, you *could* park yourself in the shady box-seats behind home, wherein would lie the adventure?
For 6 measly cucumbers, you can have the "greener" version of the notorious rooftop seating at the 'friendly confines', drink Old Style out of a can, and gorge yourself with italian sausages while slow-roasting your winter-pale skin on the plush berm in right or left field.
Don't like baseball? So fucking what? Here are some quick quips for inbetween pitches and long sips of cold beer:
Who was that E5 on?
Do you think Wood will make the opening day roster?
Do you wanna get the next round, or me?
Yank him out, Lou!!
Bring me back some nachos, eh?
Is that Kosuke Fukudome on deck?
There will never be another Harry Caray.
Yo, can you get me another beer, I'll get next?
Nevermind what any of those actually mean, or actually responding to whatever is said in retaliation. Just lay your elbows back. Enjoy that free round on your quickly reddening, formerly pasty, and just scarily burnt friend.
Oh, and learn how to pronounce Fukudome.
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