That’s one of the great things about Wrigley, the memories, the history. Before my time you had Babe Ruth’s famous called shot and Gabby Hartnett’s “homer in the gloamin’.” I remember as a kid going up and watching Randy Johnson throw. I remember getting my first Chicago Dog with dad after we got fantastic seats for $15 (standing room only tickets turn into great seats if you get there early enough and no one shows up for those seats). Catching games with the best of friends has been the most recent memories including one hazy bachelor party in the bleachers with a “sufficiently drunk” groom. I remember singing along with Harry Caray, muting the TV when the Bears players sang, and listening to Ron Santo on the radio. If there was ever a bigger Cub fan than Ron Santo, I never knew him (Steve Goodman might be close). You could tell how much he loved that team by the way he got excited with a win and moaned when the bullpen coughed up another one. I remember the 2003 ALCS, as much as I want to forget…Bartman! Seriously though Gonzalez, just field the double play ball. I remember the Sosa-Big Mac home run race and Kerry Wood striking out 20 Astros. I have a lot of fond memories of games at the park at 1060 W. Addison and I’m sure there will be many more to come (is one World Series too much to ask). Sure you can’t really make your way through the concourses without accidentally frisking someone and there are troughs instead of urinals but it still remains one of my favorite ballparks to catch a game. So, happy 100th Wrigley, here’s to many more years (hopefully full of success). Have a great rest of the week everyone!