Clare had her
surgery at a hospital just off The Magnificent Mile of north Michigan
Avenue. I don’t know what the operating
room looked like, but the waiting room was moderately breathtaking with its
views of the North Side and Lake Michigan.
Like they say in the real estate business, it’s all about location,
location, location.
I brought a ton
of stuff to read, including the latest issue of Chicago Magazine. On the very last page was an interview with
Hawk Harrelson. Of particular interest
to me was the sentence in bold face: “I hate Wrigley Field. I really do. I will never step foot in it again.”
With a little
effort, I probably could’ve located the ballpark from my 12th floor
perch. Of course, Harrelson hates
Wrigley. He’s smart enough to know the
Cubs would be just another team, sort of like the White Sox, but for their
ballpark. That mass of bricks together
with the ivy-covered outfield walls and hand-operated scoreboard are baseball
in a way no mall could ever be.
Back when Harrelson
was general manager of the Sox in 1986, the team had a ballpark the equal to
Wrigley, a mass of bricks together with a series of sublime arches in the
exterior walls and a centerfield so grand you thought it might be the commons
for heaven. But Hawk must have been too
busy screwing up the front office to notice.
His loss, to say nothing of ours.
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