This week I took my son to his first baseball game at Chicago's storied Wrigley Field. What he didn't know was that he was taking his dad to HIS first game at Wrigley as well.
As cool as the experience was, nothing beat a sneak peek through an open fence just below the right field foul pole. Which enabled me to capture the feeling of standing on the green grass yourself (see photo). You can practically taste the Copenhagen dip in your left cheek.
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