Ashleigh Johnston, Account Executive

Baseball is life in my house. My dad is the biggest fan I know and is a veritable walking baseball encyclopedia. Even though I don’t quite share his level of passion, baseball is omnipresent. That being said, some of my first memories of baseball are at Wrigley Field. I spent the first eight years of my life in Michigan and trips to Chicago were an annual occurrence. Of course if it was baseball season, a trip to the friendly confines was a must.

The sound of Harry Caray’s distinct voice and broadcasting style resonates with Chicagoans and Cubs fans around the world. For those of us who were lucky enough to hear his broadcasts and sing along during the 7th inning stretch, no announcer will ever compare. From the smell of the beer and the call of the vendors, to the first glimpse of ivy, it always feels like coming home.

 Thinking about the stadium’s yearlong 100th birthday celebration, it’s hard to even begin to estimate how many millions of people have their own memories at Wrigley Field. We may not remember who won or lost that day (although it’s not hard to guess…) but we remember the experience and the way we felt. Going to Wrigley is the ultimate celebration of a Chicago summer’s long hot days.

There’s something special about going to see a game even if you don’t like watching it on TV. Going to Wrigley makes it that much more memorable. So this is my ode to you, Wrigley. For all the loves found, engagements made, friendships formed and family bonds strengthened, you have seen it all, and Chicago and baseball in general would not be the same without you.