About a million seagulls swooped down onto Wrigley Field late in the game, and we could hear them.
Sounded like they were chanting "Reed! Reed! Reed!"
Which they should have, because he played such a great game.
The single in the first, stealing second, scoring on the first of Fontenot's blasts to right center, then laying down the perfect squeeze bunt with 2 gone and scoring Theriot from third, PLUS the dinger.
That, my friend, is called a good day at the plate.
Milton Bradley with three hits, Fontenot, Theriot, Lee, Soto - the bats looked goood.
And, Ryan Dempster.
Right now the Dodgers are the Cubs of last year - best record in baseball, all that.
Good for them, hopefully they enjoy a swift fall from grace come October.
Dempster absolutely had his way with them - just a super performance.
He gave up 3 hits.
Shut out.
Cubs 7 Dodgers Zeero.
Kim and I went, and I took a ton of photos.
Here's a couple.
Dempster about the 5th.
Reed's single. How lucky is it to catch the ball with a digital point and shoot?
And the Blackhawks were there. Look at Jonathan Toews' (far left) feet. How duckfooted can you be?
Anyway, it was a perfect day all the way around, and ended even perfecter.
Through a strange set of circumstances, we ended up at the Wishbone over by Oprah's studios for dinner.
There's no place to park, so I valet my car.
Guy comes over, asks for the 8 bucks before parking my car.
Unusual, but I do and give him a buck tip.
We start to walk in, and he suddenly yells after me: "Scuse me!"
I turn around.
"Is this a stick?"
It's a VW, I don't believe in automatic transmissions.
"Yeah."
"Uh, I can't drive a stick, do you mind parking it?"
He has me pull it up to the curb, moving the car about 2 feet.
There's nothing to do here but laugh.
We go in, and fifteen minutes later he comes in and says, "I'm off now so, here's your keys. Car'll be fine right there."
You know, had the Cubs lost we may have had a different kind of conversation.
But hell, it was a perfect day.
