Wrigley Field is everything I had hoped it would be. Walking around the outside of the stadium, I got the feeling I was entering hallowed ground. I looked up at all of the private seating on rooftops all around the outfield, and I thought to myself, “I’ll have a better seat than them,” although not by much.
I would suggest sitting in bleachers as a must-have experience for anyone making the pilgrimage to Wrigley Field. You are actually cut off from the rest of the ballpark, and the seats are not assigned, just general admission. The interactions between the fans and the players is what makes it worth it. Center field bleachers chanted “Litt-le Wi-lly” at Willy Taveras as he egged them on behind his back. As soon as Alfonso Soriano gunned down Tulowitzki trying to stretch a single into a double, he immediately turned to acknowledge the right field bleachers.
Mid-way through the game, some idiot in left field dumped his beer on Ryan Spilborghs of Colorado. This, apparently, is frowned upon by the bleacher community because everyone began booing and pointing, although I don’t believe that fan was actually kicked out, (I couldn’t see him being escorted away). Spilborghs continued to interact with the right field bleachers, probably a stupid move on his part. In the next inning, he tried to throw a warm-up ball to someone in right field, only to have that fan throw the ball back at him.
This leads me to the well-known Chicago tradition of throwing opposing teams home run balls back on the field. I witnessed this first-hand, after Jamey Carroll’s 6th inning homer. Here’s something that you don’t see on television, a ball boy goes and retrieves the homerun ball, and then tosses is up to some fan sitting behind the third base bullpen. So bleacher fans are really getting screwed out of this deal. They have to throw a potential souvenir back on the field, while some punk sitting closer to the action gets to take it home.