Today is another one of the holy days in night game history. It's the 25th anniversary of Wrigley Field's first scheduled night game. Unfortunately, the game was called off because of thunderstorm in the fourth inning and the first official night game at Wrigley Field didn't actually occur until the next day, Aug. 9 against the Mets. In true Cubs fashion, they even botched completing a game under the lights. I've never been a fan of the Cubs, and I don't even understand their fans. Their allegiance to a franchise that has been inept for so long baffles me. I suppose that's more of a commentary on me than anybody who roots for the Cubs, but I just can't see following a team that's been such a drag for 100 years. Yet, there are the Cubs fans at every game. Singing away. Drinking away. So damn happy for a team that disappoints every year. It's weird. Even though I wouldn't care if the Cubs were contracted tomorrow, I'm actually tick...
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