Last Updated on April 2, 2025 by Steph
My first time visiting Wrigley Field in Chicago was back in 2013, so we are dipping into the archives today. The park has easily made its way into my list of favorite ball parks. It is the 2nd oldest ballpark in the country after Fenway and I love a little history.
We started our day with 40-degree weather and a tour of the park with tour guide Harry. He was a die-hard Cubs fan and knew everyone we passed at the stadium by name. I should have taken a picture with him. Hearing old baseball stories and watching the look in someone’s eyes when they reminisce about games in the past is one of my favorite things.
My favorite part about the Wrigley Field tour was actually being able to stand on the field. We weren’t able to do that at Fenway, and it was a little surreal. It’s so worth taking the tour to appreciate the stories of this famous Chicago landmark.
After a nice warm lunch, we met a man trying to sell a pair of tickets. They were phenomenal seats, and we got them for a steal. The Cubs were playing one of my husband’s favorite baseball teams, the San Francisco Giants.
The cool thing about Wrigley Field being so old is the lack of VIP entrances for players. If you stand by the Captain Morgan bar a few hours before game time, you can meet the visiting players when they get out of their cabs. Our tour guide was nice enough to tell us that. We didn’t hang out there, but we happened to be walking through when none other than Pablo Sandoval arrived. I was 3 feet from the Panda himself but frozen, so I wasn’t able to take a picture… I just stared like a creep.
The game was cold. Justin ordered himself a mai tai at the game, and that really set the tone for the afternoon. The Giants ended up losing in the bottom of the 9th in the 30 seconds that J went to the bathroom, so I made him put on the Cubs hat and we had shots of fireball. Do they have Fireball shots at Wrigley? No, we only made it until the 5th in the cold, but then we headed to the bar.
Wrigley Field is different from the others because you feel so close to the players. It’s a small ballpark, and it’s old-fashioned. If I had to describe it in one word, I would say “intimate.” That seems like such a weird word, but it fits.
I can’t wait to return to Wrigley when the sun is shining, the Mai Tais are flowing, and it’s hot outside. In the meantime, it’s time to decide what our next new ballpark will be. We still have quite a few on the list. I’ll happily take recommendations on the next one to knock off the list (maybe San Diego?)
Go Cubs Go!
Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out to the crowd.
Buy me some beer & deep dish pizza.
I don’t care if it ever gets warm,
Cuz I bought a new hat for the Cubs game.
If they don’t win, no surprise.
For it’s 1, 2, 3 runs today at Wrigley Field.
I wrote that myself while freezing my butt off at Wrigley. I even called myself a lyrical genius, which happens when I drink Old Style beer. Cheers!
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