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I am a displaced Cubs fan living in Milwaukee. My husband and I heard the announcement late Saturday night that the games had been moved to Miller Park, which we like to call "Wrigley North." We went online at 11:00 thinking we wouldn't be able to get good seats, since they had been on sale for three hours and they were only selling about 20,000. Sure enough, we broke through the online ticket queue at about 11:30 and scored three seats on the first base side. (Our nine-year-old daughter came too; she would have never forgiven us if we had parked her at Grandma's for the night!)
The atmosphere of the place was just electric. Cubs fans everywhere. I-43 up from Illinois was packed. (Fortunately, we were coming from the north side of Milwaukee and got there in about 10 minutes.) The parking lot was full of Cubbie blue. The guy who took our $10 parking fee, who was decked out in Brewers gear from head to toe, welcomed us to "Wrigley North." There was a souvenir stand right by where we walked in and something made me pick up a scorecard. They were pre-printed with the Brewers and Reds' lineups and leftover from a previous series, so they were just giving them away. I haven't scored a baseball game since I was in junior high, probably, but for some reason, I just grabbed one. When we took our seats and I started writing in the lineups in ballpoint pen, my husband suggested I find a pencil in case I make a mistake. "Nope," I said. "I have a good feeling about this game. Something big is about to happen."
From the opening few pitches, you could tell Big Z had his good stuff. He got sharper as the game went on. When I wrote in the zeroes for the bottom of the seventh inning, my hands were shaking. The place just erupted with every strike and strikeout in the eighth and ninth. With two outs in the bottom of the ninth, I turned to the old dude standing next to me, who was also scoring the game. He wordlessly held up one finger. His eyes were as big as saucers. I'm sure mine were, too.
The place just went insane after that last strikeout. Cheering, screaming, I think I even saw a few tears. I screamed myself hoarse, then sent my husband down closer to the field with our camera. We must have taken a hundred pictures. No one wanted to leave! Lots of choruses of "Go Cubs Go!" broke out in the parking lot after the game. It was awesome. I will never forget it.
Go Cubs GO!
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