Sunday morning at Wrigley: Stairs, ramps, a stopwatch and flip cam. Ready. Go!
Wrigley Field is a wonderful place. The history. The tradition. The fun. The uncomfortable seats. The sticky floors of stale beer and smushed hot dog buns.
Wrigley Field warms the cockles of any baseball fan’s heart, because it’s simply one of the best places on Earth to watch a game. And it’s located in one of the most charming neighborhoods in one of the best cities in America to visit.
But Wrigley Field is also old. Of course, old, in baseball terms, usually means “charming.” It can also mean “inconvenient,” as is the case with Wrigley’s teeny-tiny, cramped, old visitor’s clubhouse.
The clubhouse itself is clean and well-kept and well-tended to by a clubhouse staff that can do nothing to fix the only real problem — it’s about a mile away from the dugout. It takes forever to get from point A to point B.
On Sunday, I wondered, just how long is forever? I mean, I’ve walked the path from the dugout to the clubhouse and back to the dugout dozens of times over the years, but never before have I timed it. So I decided to do just that, with the assistance of my handy flip cam to document the journey.
Here are the scientific results. For those of you asking if there is nothing better for me to do on a rainy Sunday morning with no batting practice to attend and no place in the clubhouse to hang out (unless you want to risk taking one step in the wrong direction and ending up in the bathroom), the answer is…no.
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