The rainy city

The day started well, a lovely breakfast at Ann Sather's(thanks Kim and David).  I tried Swedish pancakes with Lingenberries and the cinnamon rolls, Sarah had eggs Benedict.  We then made our way up Sheffield Ave. to give patronage to the finer establishments along the way.  We quickly discovered that many of the bars were team themed.  We noticed a few, but were unprepared for the trip we took into the Dark Horse bar.  As we made our way to the bar, we noticed that it was a complete black out, every single solitary person in the bar, which was filled to capacity, was wearing a black steelers jersey.  They all turned to look at the two of us in that odd hushed slo-mo fashion, and we then decided it was best if we left.  There was a colts bar, a browns bar, a few Iowa hawkeye bars, a Bronco's bar.  It was like nothing either of us had ever seen, each was absolutely filled with fans in the appropriate gear.  As we enjoyed a few adult beverages at an Irish pub on the way to Wrigley, we were briefly confused to see football being played at noon, then remembering we were on Central time.  It was nice to see some football before heading in to the ballgame.  The seats we procured were fantastic, right behind home plate, there were a dozen ceremonial first pitches(some kind of charity thing, I think) and a barbershop quartet sang not only the national anthem but also God Bless America.  It was all shaping up nicely, until the game started shortly followed by the rain, which got heavier as the game went on.  We had neglected to bring ponchos or an umbrella and by the late innings we were chased away and fairly soaked.  We decided to spend the remainder of the day indoors to dry off and prep for our next long day of driving tomorrow.