From Little Leagues to the Big Leagues

The first home I ever bought was in 2009. I lived 1.3 miles away from baseball heaven (for most) -Wrigley Field. I lived, worked and played just steps away from a stadium that has so many memories. So let’s start there- Wrigley Field. Although we had both been to Wrigley on our own (many times) without each other, this blog isn’t about my college shenanigans in the bleachers or his time taking notes in the scorebooks as a child. It’s about our adventures together. And we’ve had a few… our first game together at Wrigley Field was June 2015, and since then we’ve gone to countless summer night pitching duels, Saturday afternoons with the wind blowing out, or April blizzards in the bleachers of the Friendly Confines.

So, I’ll be honest. I’ve dragged my feet on writing this, because, well, I always figured if I posted a pic of us at a new stadium I could officially cross it off my bucket list. However, anytime I talk about my adventures I realized I couldn’t recall half of the amazing details about certain stadiums or trips because they start to blur together (and no, it’s not the Fireball and Bud Light talking). So here we are. I’m going to recall my favorite trips and give notes on what we liked or didn’t like- why I would go back or what to avoid and hopefully make you chuckle along the way.