Baseball Season?

Most say its baseball season. But I live on the north side of Chicago, so to me, it's Cubs season. Granted, baseball (and please don't stop reading my blog to punish me for saying this) has never been at the top of my "favorite types of entertainment" list. There are lots of things that I'd rather watch, like the Hawkeyes beating Michigan to win the BCS, or Project Runway for instance. But this time of year, baseball is more difficult to avoid than trying to find a group of sober college kids in Lincoln Park on Friday night.

So as you likely already know, the Cubs won the National League Central Division Championships last week. For most cities, you'd think this would result in several overcrowded sports bars, a long wait for a drink, and a couple of randoms using the world as their restroom. But for Chicago, it results in PURE MADNESS. The photo to the right is of the police brigade required to contain the complete chaos in Wrigleyville.

Now if you moved to Wrigleyville recently and like your peace and quiet, I highly suggest you make it your winter home. Any city that turns its police officers into full-blown equestrians for the sake of a game has a serious case of baseball fever. But don't get me wrong. I love that about this city. I love that the only time Cubs fans voyage south of Van Buren Street is to go to a Bears game. And I love that Sox fans think that 35th is the only useful stop on the Red Line. There are really only two words to sum up the attitude of sports fans in Chicago. Die Hard.