Cubsz win, Cubsz win
no.
It is an American Institution.
Like Apple Pie and Cheverolet.
There is a VERY short list of things that beat a warm, sunny summer afternoon (late) in the stands at Wrigley Field. There are four or eight empty souvenir cups at your feet, dried of the golden fruit that they once beared (Old Style). next to the cups, beaten peanut shells soak up the sticky residue of what the fellow Cub fan next to you called "alcohol abuse" (that ass bumped your arm and MADE the beer spill everywhere as he tried to start a wave - sorry man....Wrigley is a "Wave Free Zone.")
It doesn't matter if the Cubs are winning or losing - some psuedo-celebrity is about to sing the "seventh inning stretch" - and most likely make a fool of themselves.
Their is a certain "romance" to babseball...a connection to our nation's history. The salaries and origin of the players - as well as the ticket prices and amenities you find at the ballparks - may have changed, but nine guys come out in knickers and caps and throw/hit around a small leather and lace ball.
Play ball!