The Play by Play Account:

 

Saturday, 2:14 p.m.: A stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way to Wrigley for a late lunch. While Matt, Andy, and Dave chose to drink to excess, I ate to excess.


Saturday, 2:30 p.m.: At the park, ready for the game

At little bit of batting practice, Cubs are looking good

Wrigleyville is alive with fanatic Cubs fans preparing to riot.

Sosa's wife is ready for the game. Go Cubs!

Bottom of the ninth, watching Sosa at bat....

It's going back, back, back.....

Saturday 9:32 p.m.: It's short by 10 feet.... ....Game over.

Saturday 10:14 p.m.: We decide that we are going to Atlanta to witness history. "George," our mob connection in Atlanta, confirms that he has four front row tickets to the Cubs/Braves Game 5

Saturday 10:17 p.m.: We book flights on North West Air for Atlanta

Saturday 10:18 p.m.: Kreis falls to his knees and cries because he has an oral argument in front of a judge on Monday and is poor.

Saturday 10:19 p.m.: At the threat of being uppercutted by Schaefer, Kreis quits crying and we sing jubilant songs (Hey Chicago, what do you say?)

Sunday 4:55 a.m.: A McGriddle at the airport heals all pain

Sunday 10:35 a.m.: Upon arrival in Atlanta, we immediately pick up where Sherman left off by defacing any and all things that are sacred.

Sunday 10:36 a.m.: A Civil War re-enactment takes place. I am representing the north.

Sunday Afternoon: Bears win! WTF?

Sunday 2:44 p.m.: Schaefer wins a Super Bat for throwing a pitch 61 mph. Sober Dan throws 51 mph. Kreis throws 48 mph.

Sunday 3:48 p.m.: "George" delivers tickets to game. We celebrate.

Sunday 4:30 p.m.: We arrive at Turner Field

Sunday 7:10 p.m.: A little Sosa and Farnsworth batting practice. This picture was taken from our seats with no zoom.

Sunday 7:11 p.m.: In a roll reversal, Dave shows us his "Bubble Gum"

Sunday 9:45 p.m.: Cubs are up 4-1 and we are happy. Braves fans have quit doing the Tomahawk Chop and are curled in the fetal position crying.

Sunday 10:46 p.m. Cubs Win!

Sunday 10:47 p.m. Hell Freezes!

10:48 p.m.: Harry Caray smiles down from heaven and history is made.