So what do you do when the Chicago Cubs are on the verge of clinching their first World Series
appearance since World War II and you happen to live a short walk
away from Wrigley Field? Why you grab a camera, hope you can figure
out the lighting and forget that your alarm is set to go off at
5.30AM the next day.
Last Saturday night the Cubs completed
their series comeback and eliminated the Los Angeles Dodgers to
advance to the World Series. I, along with apparently
299,999 other people, wandered up to the intersection of Clark
and Addison to celebrate the Cubbies first National League
Championship since 1945. Here is a bit of what I saw:
The Championship Belt
The games wasn't quite over yet. Sure
the Cubs were up 5-0, but nothing is really over until the final out
is recorded. Most fans that I ran into seemed nervously confident
that the team would hold onto the lead. This guy, outside of the
Houndstooth because no one was getting into a bar at this point, was
a favorite with the crowd walking by. I didn't have the heart to
tell him that he was holding it upside down.
The Waiting
Blockades were up at Clark and
Sheffield about two blocks south of the ballpark. I'm not sure what
the rickshaw guys were waiting for, no one was leaving that place for
a couple of more hours.
The Crowd
Despite the blockade on Clark,
Sheffield was open all the way up to Addison. As you can see, groups
of people were hanging outside the Wrigleyville bars just trying to
get a glimpse of the action on TV.
The Crowd Part II
This is the closest I got to Wrigley.
The first picture is looking north at the actual field (you cans see
the stadium lights) The second is from the same spot looking south
down Sheffield. People were packed in and the only way to move was to
jostle them out of the way. Luckily everyone was in a pretty good
mood and didn't care. I used my normal strategy of finding a guy
bigger than me and following him through the wake. It worked pretty
well.
The Win
There was a roar from inside the
stadium when the final out was recorded. The crowd outside started
celebrating about 1.3 seconds after that roar. Cups of beer were
thrown in the air, people hugging, several different rounds of “Go
Cubs Go” were being sung by the crowd. Happiness was in the air.
And no, I have idea if that pizza ever
made it where it was supposed to go.
There is a fine line between capturing
a moment and intruding on it. I tried to get a better photo but I
didn't want to be a dick shoving a camera in his face when his
favorite team just did something he probably thought would never
happen. I don't think he was drunk, just overwhelmed with emotion.
He was mixing in a little laughter, a lot of hugs with his friend,
and just a few tears.
He was one of three grown men that I personally saw with tears in their eyes. I guess when you go 108 years without a World Series things can get emotional.
He was one of three grown men that I personally saw with tears in their eyes. I guess when you go 108 years without a World Series things can get emotional.
Apparently, when you walk around with a
decent camera and a backpack people assume you work for a newspaper.
I didn't lie, but was a little vague with my answer.
One of the most popular questions I've been asked at this week is, "So what's up with all the "W" flags?"
One of the most popular questions I've been asked at this week is, "So what's up with all the "W" flags?"
Lot's and lots and lots of selfies. Although this might be the only one that didn't have a "W" flag in it.
Cubs suit and tie - check
Harry Carey glasses - check
Hulk Hogan "let me hear you" gesture - check.
This is by far my favorite photo of the night.
Harry Carey glasses - check
Hulk Hogan "let me hear you" gesture - check.
This is by far my favorite photo of the night.
He wanted me to take his picture, but
Photoshop out the “2015” part. He was not sober.
Inflatable Stay Puft monster with a “W”
painted on him. Sure why not.
I did bail out before things got too
crazy (again 5:30AM alarm). If winning the NLCS drew a spontaneous
crowd of 300,000 people I can only imagine whats going to happen if
the impossible does happen.
1 comment:
If we were still living there my wife wanted to be out there. I was happy in front of the TV under any circumstance. Maybe 30 years ago--maybe.
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