The only tickets I got off Cubs.com (remember the virtual waiting room?) were the 2 bleacher seats I got for last night.
After the purchase, I somehow got kicked out of the waiting room.
And... since it took me hours just to get in, I decided that would be it.
So it was me and Wyatt last night.
I hadn't been up in the bleachers since before the re-construction.
It's much nicer with a whole outside area up under the Cubs sign.
We sat in left, figuring maybe Alfonso would hit one out.
It was '70's night, and for some reason every guy's interpretation of the 70's is to wear a giant afro.
I'm from the '70's, and I remember maybe 2 guys with the giant afro.
Anyway, pretty uninspiring baseball.
About the only good thing we saw before we left were some clutch strike-outs by Dempster and a fabulous diving catch by Jim Edmonds right in front of us.
When the first drops came down, they were the size of hamsters.
You could see giant black clouds coming from the West, so we decided to haul.
When we heard the emergency sirens, I was glad we did.
I've never heard them go off ever, and I've been here since '82.
Driving through more lightning than you can imagine, Wyatt and I had a conversation that went something like this:
"What does tornado warning mean?"
"Well, son, I'm pretty sure that means there's a chance of a tornado."
"How come the radio just said tornados have been spotted?"
"Heh heh. Well... son, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. We're safely in this little convertible, with at least 1/8 of an inch of solid um, waterproof... material between us and any silly tornado."
Then I man-screamed at the top of my lungs.
The video below is mostly from driving down Montrose, and a little from my back porch.
I read this morning that the score ended up 2-0.
I hate the Astros.