Chicago and Chicago Real Estate at its Finest
What's going on? Maybe this whole global warming thing is hitting us faster than I thought. When I was a kid, I would spend hours of October outside shivering, bundled in my OshKosh B'Gosh jacket and carefully building what I believed was the world's largest pile of leaves, constructed only to break my fall from the picnic table as I jumped from it. This October I'd be better off floating on a raft in a swimming pool with a strawberry daiquiri in hand.
No matter the reason, it's happening. This October is no longer October - it's July. And this "July" there was one very hot marathon. About 10,000 runners didn't even show for the race and another 10,000 were unable to finish. One after another, I saw people struggle to cross the finish line only to collapse at the feet of those in front of them. Talk about determination.
The race always begins and ends right near Buckingham Fountain and usually attracts an enormous number of spectators and volunteers. Starting at Grant Park and going straight up north through Lincoln Park, the crowds can get up to 20 people deep to watch this morning display of will power. Get there early if you plan to cheer on your friends! An easy spot to watch the race is right at the corner of North Avenue and Sedgewick - however this area can get VERY crowded due to its proximity to the purple line. If you want to cheer somewhere that the runners would really appreciate and that you will have a better view, I'd head south. Also, don't expect to be able to watch the finish up close and personal. The finish line is bordered by bleacher seats reserved for those who have special tickets. And if you're going to be watching for someone specific, tell them to wear BRIGHT COLORS. Black and white don't stand out very well in a sea of 30,000 runners. And in weather like yesterday's, don't forget to bring your own ice cold waterbottle.
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. 