About a week after Maggie was born, my dad came out to Connecticut to meet her. After the oohs and ahs were said and the delivery story was told, the very next thing we spoke about was the Cubs. Specifically, “when are we going to take Maggie to her first Cubs game?”
You see, Big Daddy is a life long Cubs fan and raised me as one also. When Pete asked for my hand in marriage, my dad said “yes” with a few conditions. One of those conditions was that his grandchildren grow up as Cubs fans.
So, when does that journey begin? We were trying to decide if we bring her to a game as a newborn (I was headed out to Chicago to shoot a wedding in a few weeks) or do we wait until she is old enough to remember her first game? Newborn pros: She (and we) could say that she has been going to cubs games since she took her first breaths. Waiting Pros: When she was older she would be able to remember the first time she walked through the tunnel and saw the beautiful green field, the bricks and ivy and the old scoreboard. To this day I swear my body changes when I walk through that tunnel. Stress floats away, negativity vanishes and a huge smile is plastered on my face. We decided that waiting was the way to go.
So the day arrived. Friday, July 27th, 2012. The Cubs vs. The Cardinals
I have no idea how Maggie will remember the experience. I hope she will remember seeing the Friendly Confines from behind home plate, the sound of the crowd singing “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” and the feeling of sharing 9 innings behind home plate with your grandfather on one side of you and your Uncle on the other. (I hope she forgets her how her mother took pictures of her every move!).
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Maggie singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” at age 3 and age 7.
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