The
Cubs are taking $500 reservations for a new VIP club to be located in the
bowels of Wrigley Field behind home plate.
“Tradition. Beauty. Charm.
Coming Soon…Luxury,” the team promises on a special website. Lucky fans, no, worthy and rich fans, will
“Experience baseball most majestic ballpark in a whole new way.” Yeah, like Louis XIV would have if he were
alive.
All
the later-day Louies soon will be able to avail themselves of “multiple bars
serving premium drinks” because, hey, a beer-buzz is so déclassé, along with
“reserve wines” and unique food offerings.”
If I’m Steve Trout, I’m not accepting any special tours of the club
kitchen.
Baseball used to be
about green cathedrals and stickball and doubleheaders where one ticket was
good for two games. Those times are dead
and gone. The national pastime’s demise
may not be far behind.
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