Because after you've drank beer for many, many hours - while watching the Cubs suck it up - the first thing you need after leaving Wrigley: another beer.
Tex and I found ourselves stumbling down Clark, literally down the middle of the street; looking for a bar, any bar without a line. But, unfortunately . . . the 20,000 other Cubs fans that just left Wrigley were looking for the same thing: another beer.
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| Clark St. - post-game |
To add to the drama; both Tex and I really, really had to pee, and there was just no way we were going to survive a wait in a line. . . no matter how short it might be.
SOMEHOW we found a bar on the right just before Newport; no clue what the place was called. Thank God it had the three things we were looking for: no line, a pisser, and most importantly: another beer.
It was Epic, I tell you!
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| A shot from whatever bar we were at, post-game. |
The fact that you wanted beer and had to piss is worthy of a blog post?
ReplyDeleteSeriously, let the old guys write from now on.