Take me out to the bus leagues

Today we went to the Iowa Cubs game down in the Big City.  It was interesting because the Chicago Cubs has already called up a bunch of players to fill out their 40-man roster so a lot of these guys are fresh from A and AA-Ball.

We had pretty good seats, slightly to the third base side of home, and in the second tier of seats.  The contrast between getting tickets for the I-Cubs and the Chicago Cubs is amazing.  The biggest difference, of course is that you CAN get tickets to see the I-Cubs.  You call the front office, and some very friendly person seem so pleased to hear from you and asks where you would like to sit.  Then he finds you seats in that area.  And as if that were not miraculous enough, after he finds those seats he asks you if they are satisfactory.  Amazing.  When you call for Cubs tickets a grumpy ticket agent answers and your options are few.  It’s pretty much a take it or leave it situation.  You just have to try not to cry.

So, after we arrived we were told to head over toward right field because it was free baseball day.  We walked over there and waited in a pretty long (by I-Cubs standards) but very orderly queue.  When we got to the front of the line everybody got a baseball wrapped up in a Subway Sandwich bag.  The balls were all autographed, and I am assuming they put them in the bags so you couldn’t see whose you were getting.  I was hoping for Samardzija.

We found our seats and got some lunch.  And do you know what?  No walking tacos!  What is wrong with these people?  I had to settle for a cheeseburger.  Clearly I am going to have to wait for basketball season to get my hands on a walking taco.  Sigh.

They do all the standard minor league hijinks during the game.  They shoot t-shirts out of a t-shirt gun, they shoot hot dogs out of the hot dog gun, and they have their equivalent of the sausage races.  Here they have a hot dog, a taquito and an egg roll.  They also have burger races with a red burger, a white burger and a blue burger.  The lucky fan with the dirtiest car in the parking lot wins a free car wash, and kids run the bases after the game (on Sundays).

I learned that I do not get verklempt during the 7th-inning stretch at Principal Park.  Apparently that is a Wrigley Field thing only.  Ditto for the National Anthem.  And they do not play Go Cubs Go after a win.  I know this because the I-Cubs won, beating the Albuquerque Isotopes 3-1.

The kids had a great time.  They ate pizza and chicken strips and fries and cokes and slushies and Dippin’Dots.  Did you know that Dippin’ Dots are the ice cream of the future?  That’s what the sign says.  They also bought souvenirs.  The Princess went with the classic T-shirt option.  The C-man opted for one of those battery-operated fans that also squirts water at you.  It kept him occupied.  After the game they ran the bases and then we all came home.

Oh, and I did not get a Jeff Samardzija baseball.  I got So Taguchi.


More photos to follow tomorrow.


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