What I learned when I willingly stepped into Wrigley Field this month
A Crosstown Classic tale My name is Di and I’m a lifelong Cubs hater. It’s been 13 years since my Chicagoan status officially shifted from South Sider to North Sider. In that time, I’ve learned a lot about our mortal baseball enemies.
Most South Siders within the city limits have suffered the unfortunate obligation of […]
CHICAGO, ILLINOIS - MAY 6: Brady Singer #51 of the Cincinnati Reds pitches during the second inning against the Chicago Cubs at Wrigley Field on May 6, 2026 in Chicago, Illinois. (Photo by Geoff Stellfox/Getty Images) | Getty Images A Crosstown Classic tale My name is Di and I’m a lifelong Cubs hater. It’s been 13 years since my Chicagoan status officially shifted from South Sider to North Sider.
In that time, I’ve learned a lot about our mortal baseball enemies. Most South Siders within the city limits have suffered the unfortunate obligation of being a spectator for a few games at Wrigley over the course of their lives, and for me, it’s been once with a film cast and crew (seated directly behind a rusty column with my co-stars), once when my musical group was in attendance for the game with the Toronto Blue Jays (we were supposed to sing the Canadian National Anthem), and once recently, post–Wrigley-facelift, for a friend’s birthday. For that, I was a willing participant.
My grueling (but necessary) 2025 absence had me pining for baseball, so I was happy to go to a game, even on enemy turf. Baseball is baseball, right? Attending the game decked out in the opposing team’s gear would still render a stain upon my soul, but now it would be easier to scrub out.
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