Let me start by saying Wrigley Field is my favorite ballpark in all of Major League Baseball. If you haven't been there, get there. If you have, you know what I mean.
As much as I despised the Cubs in the mid-80s and their overrated bleacher bums (especially that bleacher preacher guy), there is nothing better than sitting in Wrigley Field, ice-cold 16 oz Old Style in my hand and watching a ballgame.
My first trip was in 1989 when me, my brother Mike and Gregg saw the Mets get swept in a 3-game set that buried their NL East chances.