On Wednesday, I joined forces with a group of Northwestern undergraduate and graduate Purple-and-Whiters up at Wrigley Field, for this little blessing called, (believe it) Northwestern Night.

(Good one, NU and Chicago Cubs)

The reason this unlikely partnership can be explained as a blessing is simple: $10 lower-deck tickets. Sweet.

Plus, I got to sit by this crazy Spaniard, who knows little to nothing about baseball, though he claims to play "sometimes in Es-Spain." Whatever, Rafa, you're full of it...

Little homey K-Money, who has a sweet photography gig with the squad, managed to haul a group of about 15 of us (I don't really know how many... look at the damn picture) onto the field during the Astros' batting practice about an hour before game time.

When you're not a professional, it never gets old being on the field with these guys... I played a couple of games at pro parks, and even with one of the stadiums being the Metrodump, it still gave me that old butterflies-in-the-stomach, I can't-believe-I'm-playing-here, I'm-so-frickin'-good feeling that's pretty difficult to replicate.

Anyway --- Good times. Fun game. Cubs won (strangely).

Now, back to being a pseudo-journalist. Good day!



Here's the Northwestern crew at Wrigley Field on Wednesday. Unconventionally (Right-Left): Ner(d)y, Frosty, Rafa, K-Money, Spanish girl, Rafa's Roomie, Big Brian, and 7 other unknown people.