If you saw the barren expanse of Wrigley Field and thought it was a little late in the game to still be working, you probably weren’t alone. I mean, the place looked like a large-scale desert terrarium, with backhoes and cranes serving as the critters. Oddly enough, there was an even greater sense of urgency once the equipment had been removed.
All that pristine dirt was a stark juxtaposition of the best and worst of our childhood dreams. Who wouldn’t love to play a little sandlot baseball in the most beautiful ballpark in the world? But wait, the Cubs can’t play on that!