If you’re a long time baseball fan and have been loyal to “your team” most or all of your life, you have an emotional relationship and attachment to your team’s stadium. Of course, for most teams, that has changed with new stadiums being built for the great majority of teams. Not for “my team.” My team is the Chicago Cubs. I was born right down the street from Wrigley Field and my Dad was born in Chicago after his Dad came to Chicago from Ireland. We are Cubs fans and we have a near and dear attachment to Wrigley Field, along with millions of others.
The first time I entered Wrigley Field with my Dad, I was about 10 years old and when I got into the stadium, I might as well have been entering another world. It was amazing to me and larger than life. From Rick Monday, to Manny Trillo, Dave Kingman, Ryne Sandberg, Sammy Sosa vs. Mark McGuire, Carlos Zambrano and countless others, I have had some great Wrigley experiences. Yesterday, though, was an all-time classic, and there was no game.
Saturday was “Hey Dad, You Want to Have a Catch?” Day at Wrigley Field, where you can go on the field for 50 minutes and have a catch. When I first saw the button on www.cubs.com, I thought I must be misreading it. You mean really go onto the field and have a catch? As some background, my 79-year-old Dad still lives on the north side. I live with my family in the Orlando area. I didn’t hesitate. I bought three tickets, one for me, one for my 8-year-old son and one for my Dad. Three generations of McCauleys were going to play catch…on Wrigley Field! I also bought “spectator” tickets for my wife, my 5-year-old daughter and my Dad’s wife. They would be able to sit in the stands, take photos, video, etc. and also get lunch with us afterward.
I picked the 11 a.m. time slot, which was the second session of the day. The weather was sunny and warm in the mid 80s, perfect. When we got into Wrigley, the first thing we noticed is that the infield grass was roped off. . .no pitching. Not a biggie. The bases were opena and available for running, very nice. We were all told we should head to the outfield, with one player against the ivy and the other facing, so everyone was throwing the same way. It wasn’t that crowded, maybe a total of 50 people in our session, plenty of room for everyone to spread out and have fun.
We were each given a new baseball and then headed out to left field and stuck close to the foul line and the infield, so we would be accessible for photos from the stands. My son Ryan and my Dad took to the field with their backs and I stayed closer to the infield and we began playing catch, on Wrigley Field. At the age of 8, my son has already played six season of baseball. He’s a good ball player, just coming off an all-star season. I could just see that he was eating it up. So was I. So was Grandpa. It was just awesome. We just kept playing catch and honestly, I don’t think any one of us wanted to stop. But I knew the 50 minutes would go by fast, and there were all sorts of pictures we wanted to get and spots on the field we wanted to check out.
We got photos in both dugouts, where more than a century of hall of famers have sat. We all hit our mock home runs and trotted around the bases, Ryan first (and as fast as he could), me next and Grandpa after me. When Grandpa got home, we were waiting for him like he had just hit a walk off three-run shot and greeted him with high-fives and pats on the back. Incredible.
Then, we headed to right field and center field to touch some ivy, catch some pop flies against the ivy, take some more photos and before you know it, time was up. Way too fast. But just unbelievable. The first thing that went through my mind as time wound down was, “should have bought two sessions.” We kept throwing until we were one of the last ones off the field. As we exited under the right field stands, we got a commemorative t-shirt, and an official framed photo for each of us on the field, taken by a hired professional photographer. We then headed off to the Captain Morgan Club for a hot dog lunch with the ladies and everyone else in our session. We ate our hot dogs and chips, took in the sunshine and lake breeze and basked in the experience.
I could bore you with all sorts of family history to tell you why this was even more special that it may even seem, but I will spare you. Let’s just say to be our there with my Dad and my son was just about as good as it can get. Life is a blink of an eye. My Dad is 79, in great health and can still throw the ball around well. He played softball through his 40s and 50s and still bowls in a league and golfs once a week all summer. That’s right now. Life is a blink of an eye. go out and do what you want to do with the people you love. Don’t hesitate.
Thanks for indulging me and sharing this incredible experience. While we were there, they announced that this was the “5th Annual..” which surprised me, since I had never heard about it. I got lucky and made a great decision. I can’t wait for the 6th annual next year. Maybe I’ll see you there.