When I saw I had a shot to attend baseball
games in two different ballparks in the same day, I figured, hey, this is
something I absolutely have to do, and if you're reading this, you may be
wondering if you can do it your own self. Well, here's a bit of advice.
The places you have a chance to do this (Mets/Yankees,
Cubs/White Sox, Angels/Dodgers, A's/Giants) historically have never had their
teams at home at the same time. Since the advent of interleague play,
however, there are one or two weekends a year when they're at home
simultaneously, and if you pick a day when one plays an afternoon game and
the other a night game, you can pull it off.
I'd highly advise you to check the weather
report first, if at all possible! April 19, 2002, the day I did the
multi-stadium doubleheader, was about 40 degrees in Chicago, and dipped lower at
night. So either do your doubleheader in LA or be ready to dress in many,
many layers. I was pretty stupid--had to spend $33 on a sweatshirt at
Wrigley Field. There were people around me who were in shorts and
halters! They didn't last long.
Have a contingency plan for rain delays or
extra innings. Which game are you willing to miss the end of or to be late
to, if it comes to that?
Anyway, my April 19, while cold, provides me
with a rare opportunity to compare Wrigley Field
and Comiskey
Park, as well as Cub fans and Sox fans. I will now offend everyone in
Chicago with the following observations:
Observation
Wrigley
Comiskey
Adjustments to
my first impression of the ballparks:
I may have been
a little hard on Wrigley Field
in my original review of it. I liked
it a little better the second time around. Even though the ivy
hadn't flowered yet, making the outfield walls dingy brown, I noticed
that I didn't have a single advertisement in front of my eyes when I
looked around the field. That's amazingly refreshing. (But I will not adjust my
ranking due to my observations of fans under "Fans" below.)
When I first
went to Comiskey Park
in 1993, it was my favorite ballpark I'd ever been
to. Man, have I ever matured in my tastes.
Location:
Trendy sports
bars, but otherwise a basic neighborhood, with hardware stores and fast
food...nice because it's so mundane.
I didn't take
the time to took around. And I never will.
Scalpers:
The rudest,
most intrusive, aggressive scalpers I've ever encountered--they will not
only approach you, they will ridicule you if you refuse ("Yeah,
whatever, sit in the upper bowl, then.")
Scalpers at
Comiskey? You're more likely to find scalpers at a local spelling
bee.
Fans:
Here's where I
get into trouble: The fans at Wrigley do not care about
baseball. They are there to be seen. That's what I said--A
good chunk of Cub fans at Wrigley DO NOT CARE ABOUT BASEBALL. They
mostly couldn't tell you a single Cub besides Sammy. This makes the
Cubs' historic lack of success irrelevant.
Fans at
Comiskey care about
baseball because it gives them an excuse for their deep-seated anger
issues. This makes the White Sox's historic lack of success
absolutely essential to their surly personalities.
Arrival/Depature
times:
Cub fans arrive
late and leave as soon as they realize it's too cold.
Very few White Sox fans
ever show up to begin with.
How to get
there:
The Red Line
has a stop a block from Wrigley Field. Take the Red Line.
The Red Line
has a stop a block from Comiskey Park. Take a cab.
Batting
Practice:
You will be
treated to the screams of pre-pubescent girls scrambling for
batting-practice balls that Cincinnati Reds' players throw their way when the kids chant
"Reds! Reds! Reds!" (How do pre-pubescent
girls perfect that ear-piercing crystal-clear insanely-high-pitched
sound?)
If you get a
ball, get moving before the fisticuffs start. And I'm pretty sure children, at
least those from the same neighborhoods as the ones below, are never taken
to Comiskey by their parents.
Fifth-grade girl and friends show
off the ball that their intolerably piercing screams brought their way.
Fans and
school:
Cub fans miss
school to enjoy afternoon ballgames.
White Sox fans
have never attended a school.
Fans removing
shirts in windy 40-degree weather:
At Wrigley,
drunken college guys remove their shirts. At least I think they're
college guys--the guys on the right look like they're in about junior
high. Reasonable people wonder exactly what kind of moron would even
consider such an insanely stupid act. (See below.)
At Comiskey,
fans wait until the temperature drops down below 35 degrees and there's a
downpour. Then, they remove their shirts and holler. These
fans include my cousin and his buddy--answering the question posed at
Wrigley. (See below.)
Shirtless Cub Fans, probably missing their 9th
grade classes.
Shirtless White Sox Fans--my
cousin Steve (center) and his buddy. Both are elementary school teachers
who sincerely hope the school board does not discover this web page. Note
that I am wearing FIVE layers of clothing, including both a rain jacket and a
winter jacket.
Response to
routine fly ball to shallow left by the visiting team:
Cubs fans shout
with incredible glee, as if they are on a loop-de-loop rollercoaster at
Mardi Gras.
White Sox fans
shout "COME AAAHHHNNN!!!" as if certain something disastrous is
about to happen. (They react this way regardless of the situation,
actually.)
Wearing
opposing colors:
Wear opposing
colors--whatever you want.
Wear opposing
colors, but accessorize with a flak jacket.
Result of game
and fan reaction:
Who
cares? We were just here to be seen anyway.
The Sox lost,
again, because they're out to keep us miserable.
BASEBALL STUFF I SAW ON THIS DAY:
Matt Clement struck out 12 Reds.
Steve Sparks took care of the White Sox's bats.