Sitting in the left field bleachers, my wife looked over at me, intensely focused on the game Saturday afternoon. “What’s wrong,” she asked. “Why aren’t you having fun?” Of course, I was enjoying myself. I mean, sitting at Wrigley Field watching the Chicago Cubs on a Saturday afternoon? That’s the dream.
“Tyler Chatwood starts scare me,” I told her. “He can go from really good to really bad on a dime.”
Though I anxiously waited for the wheels to come off, Chatwood twisted and turned his way out of danger, departing in the sixth having allowed just one hit – a Matt Carpenter home run.