The recent Wednesday afternoon game against Miami promised to be ill-attended, so I ventured down the street to relax in an empty ballpark while watching a meaningless game. What could be better?
And Wrigley Field was empty. How empty was it?
It was so empty that as I approached the top of aisle 206 I saw this horrible sight ...
No Jason! How could this be? Is this some early phase of the proposed renovations wherein all the makeshift concession stands are eliminated?
I ran into our usher friend Margaret and expressed my dismay. She reassured me that all of the top concourse stands were closed because of the anticipated small crowd. Jason would return with better attendance numbers.
No reason to stay in my usual spot so I decided to head upstairs and maybe position myself for a foul ball. I've never gotten one and my first game at Wrigley Field was in 1958. (Didn't get one this day either.)
About half an hour before first pitch a beer vendor came through my section hollering, "Beer here! Last call!"
Last call? They hadn't even announced the lineups.
"We'll all be out of here pretty quickly," he assured me.
Indeed, by the fourth inning, there wasn't a beer guy to be found in the upper deck. On the patio behind home plate, there were no beer drinkers, and only a couple of out-of-work vendors lounging in the sun.
No beer for you!
We returned Sunday when the crowd was larger and all of the beer stands were open. We went to our normal SRO area, but didn't need to stand.
But wait a minute! That's not Jason behind the counter. I walked over to find out what was going on. A young woman stood in Jason's spot, reasonably busy serving beer and pretzels.
"Jason not here today?" I asked, stating the obvious and worried that he had already fallen victim to the renovation plans.
"Not today," the woman answered.
Then I thought a minute. It was Sunday, September 8.
"Is he at Soldier Field?"
"Yep. Jason is my brother. I'm filling in for him while he works the Bears game."
"Ah! Nice! Good luck!"
"Thanks. We'll compare notes and see who does better today."
Always willing to help, and to keep the family business solvent, I ordered two Old Styles.
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