Pastime Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 Past, it's 10pm and 48 degrees here. Haven't seen a flake of snow all winter. You little *&%$#@&*%^! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrandoFan Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 Being creeped out by vaguely satan-looking, wasted slobs in the waiting line...and then having to slide across the vomit-, urine-, s***-covered washroom floor, terrified of losing your balance as a grinning Ronnie Woowoo impersonator in front of you doesn't even bother to zip up on his way back from a stall.....is a rite of passage for every North Side boy under the age of 10. Incidentally, it's also what William Blake once referred to as "endless night"... :puke Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YASNY Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 Wrigley is beloved because it's an old ballpark. If anyone built Chewing Gum Park today, they'd be run out of town. It's cramped, MANY seats have below-average sightlines and the amenities are few and the ones they do have are subpar. Not to mention the vulgar obnoxious fans, the hideous traffic, and the outdated bathroom facilities. There's nothing more enjoyable than taking a leak while you stand in puddles of other people's piss. :headshake Generation after generation of loyal Cub fans look back fondly on such childhood memories. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pastime Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 Being creeped out by vaguely satan-looking, wasted slobs in the waiting line...and then having to slide across a vomit-, urine-, s***-covered washroom floor, terrified of losing your balance as a grinning Ronnie Woowoo impersonator in front of you doesn't even bother to zip up on his way back from a stall.....is a rite of passage for every North Side boy under the age of 10. "That's utter bulls***!," yells the drunken yuppie as he dizzily stands on a Wrigleyville lawn, gently sprinkling his fluid waste and wearing with pride the ocean-blue cap with the blood-colored "C" imprinted upon it. Meanwhile, other grassy havens of Wrigleyville meet their familiar urinary fate, and then become cluttered with the glimmer of aluminum cans that once held the chilled remnants of krausened brew. Finally, as the night becomes bleak and dark, the figures left staggering and laughing finally find their comfort in cars, busses, trains, and distant sidewalks. Ahhh yes, another glorious memory of baseball Heaven has been consumed at the welcoming arms of the Shrine. Even using a little poetry can't brighten the fact of a typical game there - I'm thankful that I'm not a Cubs fan. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrandoFan Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 "That's utter bulls***!," yells the drunken yuppie as he dizzily stands on a Wrigleyville lawn, gently sprinkling his fluid waste and wearing with pride the ocean-blue cap with the blood-colored "C" imprinted upon it. Meanwhile, other grassy havens of Wrigleyville meet their familiar urinary fate, and then become cluttered with the glimmer of aluminum cans that once held the chilled remnants of krausened brew. Finally, as the night becomes bleak and dark, the figures left staggering and laughing finally find their comfort in cars, busses, trains, and distant sidewalks. Ahhh yes, another glorious memory of baseball Heaven has been consumed at the welcoming arms of the Shrine. Sounds familiar....where from? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rooftop Shots Posted February 11, 2004 Share Posted February 11, 2004 But Past, you could have been standing in history. That urine was probably on the floor since the 1900's. It's an honor to stand in it. LOL! LOL! LOL! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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