I guess you hated Wrigley Field from the first time you went there.Why did you bother going back ,or didn't you.Honest story? That was no honest story.It was a whine..period.I don't like the throughts either,but I don't consider that the most memorable part of my first visit.If you really hate that park,you are no Cub fan..not in my opinion.I suggest you drink less and you won't have to go to the men's room.
I didn't hate the park. That was my most memorable moment . Getting splashed on by some drunk , when you are about eight , kind of sticks with you .
I can understand why you got upset with the whole story . I see you living this scenario :
It is about eighty-five outside , you have all of the windows closed and locked with the heat set at eighty-two.So the median temperature in the home is around 106 with 84% humidity , you have to wipe the condensation from the inside of the window to spy on your neighbor. You get done watching The Big Joe Polka Show , have to peel yourself off the couch because your sweaty skin has stuck to that damn plastic cover your wife put on it six years ago. You pad across the floor with your slippers , wearing a thread-bare once white T shirt and your baggy boxers , go to the computer room. After about six minutes you are finally able to pull up Fogpog site. You read through the post and come across my about the splashing pee post , and that sets you off . You remember now why your wife put on the damn infernal plastic covers on the furniture . Ever since your prostate went bad you have been leaving dribbles of piss . Just like Hansel and Gretal you make a trail behind , except your trail is not made up of nibbly little bread crumbs .
So of course you read that piss story and " DAMN that PROSTATE ! Damn that PLASTIC COVER , damn this old age !! and DAMN THAT LEE EILA !! "