Man, was that fun. Sitting along the third bass line in a sea of Cubs fans last night at Tropicana Field, and having the last laugh. And being artfully obnoxious to boot.
I picked up my media credentials at the Trop and grabbed a seat in the last row of the press box. It being a professional environment, theres no cheering allowed in the press box. I went to a concession stand and bought a 24-oz. Bud Lite and brought it back to my seat. Thats when I found out theres no drinking in the press box.
I was in the mood to drink. I was in the mood to cheer. I joined my pal Bobby J, who was sitting close to the field in a morass of blue bright blue emblazoned with Cs and Cubs, way more so than the dark blue of the Rays.