At the beginning of April I bought tickets for the White Sox’s Memorial Day game against the Yankees. “This should be pretty cool,” I thought, “barbecue, Sox vs. Yankees, fireworks.”
So there I am at 5:45 p.m., first car facing the park at 31st Street headed south. Then, because of the fine traffic control and smoke-signal communications from everyone involved, I was at 43rd Street next to the Dan Ryan exit at 7:25. No parking, I was told–it was a sellout. I was routed from one street to another until there was no parking left and an hour and 40 minutes passed by. Yet I drove by the red- and green-ticket parking lots observing empty spaces, I guess for people who might show up at a sold-out game. Why bother using them for people who have tickets and are actually there? Needless to say, two now torn-up tickets blew off the dashboard as I entered the on ramp and went home.
Whining about no fans, then not having enough parking spaces for them when they do show up–how Chicago is that? In the last seven years I have averaged about eight Sox games a summer. Love the team, tired of the lessons never learned by management. Who are the Cubs playing?
