One of my favorite blogs on the Internet is Stuff White People Like. A witty collection of entries centered around the pretentious possessions and personal beliefs that make us positively Caucasian. And I never really stopped to think about how white I truly am, until I assessed my surroundings tonight. Let’s take a look.
For Father’s Day, I got my dad (and myself) a pair of tickets to see the Cubs take on the Cincinnati Reds at Wrigley Field. Wrigley truly is a vintage ballpark, capturing the era of baseball bygone. Coming from Cincinnati where tickets aren’t such a commodity, it was cool to be part of the atmosphere at Wrigley. It was packed full of a combination of drunken, over-age Frat boys, tourists, and die-hard Cubbies fans.
You’d think being so close to Lake Michigan you’d get a nice lake breeze up in the bleachers, but it was hot as balls. I went practically straight from work and didn’t have time to change into shorts like I had hoped to. Don’t worry, I did rock the New Balances. I really wanted to get a retro-feeling “Fukudome is my Homie” t-shirt, but my cheapness won out. The same applied to my insatiable hunger when it came to getting a chicken sandwich from the concession stand.
But we picked the perfect night to go. It was Whole Food Market night at Wrigley. So, the first so many people through the gates got a savings coupon and a recyclable shopping bag co-branded with “Go Cubbies” and Whole Foods messaging. For those not up on Whole Foods, it’s the world’s largest and most expensive retailer of natural and organic food. I digress. Because everyone else got there so early, we didn’t actually get the Whole Foods bag. I spent a few innings with my eye on the one under the guys’ seats in front of us. So my dad did what any loving parent would do, and he lifted it straight from under their seat as we made our 8th-inning exit.
All in all, my first trip to Wrigley was very enjoyable. I’d highly recommend checking it out, and I’d love to go back. Only maybe a little later in the season when it’s not so hot and humid. I know that it gets a bit chilly in the fall here in Chicago, but if the temperatures dipped that low, I could throw on my North Face jacket. And if that isn’t enough, I can always seek solace in the Starbucks just around the corner.
Whitey!
Left by Jody on July 9th, 2008