My Day At Miller Park

– Leave to go to game from Jim’s house at 4:30 – Get into 3 separate 1 MPH stop and go traffic jams, including one agonizingly close to the park while we take bets on what inning we’ll get there – Pay $12 for preferred parking (ie: parking on the curb and .3 of a … Continue reading “My Day At Miller Park”

– Leave to go to game from Jim’s house at 4:30
– Get into 3 separate 1 MPH stop and go traffic jams, including one agonizingly close to the park while we take bets on what inning we’ll get there
– Pay $12 for preferred parking (ie: parking on the curb and .3 of a mile away from the park)
– Get to my seats in the top of the third, only to have to deal with kicking people out of my seats. (Sadly, they were mildly cute.)
– Long foods lines because of volunteer staffing not prepared for this many people (which seemed consistent throughout the park; lord knows what’d happen if the Brewers could draw on their own)
– Two whole Cubs hits while we’re there!
Swept Dominated by the Brewers.
– Decide to try and wait out the traffic by stopping at the Fridays, and shockingly find an empty table.
– Waiter earns every cent of our $0.00 tip. How hard can it be to get napkins. Or to come back once an hour.
– Leave the park at 11:00 – 1h20min after the game has ended, with all but the in-park (and not that big) Fridays cleared out – and find a horrible traffic jam.
– Get stuck in an hour long 1MPH stop and go traffic jam around the Lake Forest Oasis, as they’ve bizarrely opted to shut down two lanes when they only needed one, forcing three full lanes of traffic to merge together.
– Drop people off at Jim’s at 2:00am. 10h30 minute trip, only 2h of a brutal game.
– Stop for ice cream shake!!!!!!!
– Get home at 2:30am
– Wake up at 8:00 to go to work.

Public Transportation or forget it. Tickets will probably be just as scarce next year for Wrigley, but unless you want an all day thing or don’t mind staying overnight in Milwaukee, skip the Cubs/Brewers idea. For the same hassle, you might as well buy a plane ticket and follow them some place else.

It was a thoughtful birthday gift, though. I’m going to have to edit the story when I tell them about it.

I never want to talk about this again.