Wrigley Wrocks!

This says it all. For a life long baseball fan - and one relegated to endless days of BBB (Barry Bonds Baseball) - spending a night at Wrigley Field is a reminder of what baseball is really about. And while PacBell Park (now named, but not known as AT&T Park) counts among the prettiest in baseball, a Cubs game on a steamy Mid-West evening is in a league of its own.

Remarkably small and compact, you can walk around this stadium's four city blocks in 10 minutes. Wrigley is more than a baseball park; it's a culture. You don't have to like baseball or even know who's playing. Just absorb the steep history around you, the sheer beauty and colossal strength of the building and, with a strong stomach in tow, a polish sausage covered in more than seems necessary.

Every city should be so lucky to have a shrine like this where once inside, race, political orientation, net worth and even team allegiance don't matter. At Wrigley, all is well with the world.

Thanks to my good friend Keith for bringing me to a real baseball game. Go Cubbies!