Made it to Wrigley. Waited for 100 minutes past start time. Weather.com said it was going to rain all day until 9 pm tonight. After much thought and discussion ... Miles and I decided together that we'd go ahead and head home. How in the world could they get the game in? The radar showed rain from Iowa to Michigan, and the hourly forecast on my phone showed 100% chance of rain the rest of the day. The sky was as dark as night, and we could still see lighting and hear thunder. And the band concert? No way was it worth paying ANOTHER $20 bucks to park for a second time in Chicago ... just to sit in the rain ... again.
I told Miles as we were walking out of the ballpark, "You know, as soon as we walk out of the park, we can't come back in. And it will probably stop raining and they will play the game. You understand that, right?" He nodded his head in the affirmative, and said, "Dad, there's no way they will play the game today."
By the time we got to the car, it was only misting. By the time we were home in Downers Grove, we heard the first-pitch on WGN-Radio.
To add insult to injury, my buddy Bill Seliger just sent me a text message - from the NU concert in Millennium Park - that reads: "Sorry to tell you that it is really nice downtown."
We did, however, experience the 'Superdawg Drive-In" in Park Ridge. Now that's a hot dog.
To add further salt to my wounds ... my kids now want me to watch "Home Alone 3" with them.
Of course, my problems today are totally put in perspective as I read news coming out of tornado-ravaged Joplin, Missouri. When my big weather problem is that I made a dumb decision and missed a baseball game, I really have absolutely nothing to complain about.
