Bill Murray sings Take Me Out to the Ballgame in the seventh inning in Game 3 of the World Series on Friday in Chicago. Watch Jake`S Road Online. Jamie SquireGetty Images. Fanatics. com is the ultimate sports apparel and Fan Gear Store. Our sports store features Football Jerseys, Tshirts, Hats and more for NFL, MLB, NBA, NHL, MLS and. What It Was Like to Work as a Wrigley Field Beer Vendor During the World Series. What the World Series banner flying over Wrigley Field means to Cubs fans. Center Field JAWS Leaders Table Rk Name WAR WAR7 JAWS Yrs From To ASG G PA AB R H 2B 3B HR RBI SB CS BB SO BA OBP SLG OPS OPS Pos 1 Willie Mays HOF 156. Learn more about the full Cubs schedule, including ticket information, stats and more from the Official site of the Chicago Cubs Published by Adult Swim, its a 1v1 gecko combat point capture sports game. Basically, though, you and your opponent are both geckos, and you. In the fall of 2. I came to New York City to seek my fortune. I ended up sleeping during most days and drinking most nights at a series of cheap and disgusting bars on Avenue A in the East Village. When I wasnt drunk or hibernatingand occasionally then, tooI was thinking about the Chicago Cubs. Justin Peters. Justin Peters is a Slate correspondent and the author of The Idealist Aaron Swartz and the Rise of Free Culture on the Internet. My move to New York had been underwritten by money Id saved from working as a Wrigley Field beer vendor, a job Id taken so I could attend Cubs games for free. At age 2. 2, watching baseball was one of my top priorities, which made me a pretty terrible vendor, since Id spend more time looking at the game than searching for customers. After clocking out, I would rush to a small patio atop the right field grandstand, where Id join a few other young vendors in watching the last few innings out of view from our supervisors. I watched the Cubs clinch a playoff berth from that vantage. I jumped up and down in my uniform, screaming in delight, embracing strangers. ZDmXPgRWE/hqdefault.jpg' alt='Playing The Field Series 3 And 4' title='Playing The Field Series 3 And 4' />The Cubs were making historyand I had been there to see it happen. I watched every playoff game that I didnt attend at one of those gross Avenue A bars. It was there, in my brand new Kerry Wood jersey, that I watched Game 6 of that years NLCSthe Bartman game. I remember stumbling out of the bar, deeply depressed, and collapsing on a stoop on St. Marks Place, where I sat for what felt like an hour, staring at nothing, trying to process what had just happened. I had learned one of the cardinal lessons of Cubs fandom Try not to care too much. Major League Baseball 2017 Official Rules. A printable version of the 2017 Official Rules is now available in Adobe Acrobat format. Official Rules PDF Official. I moved soon after the playoffsturns out New York is a pretty unlivable place for a guy with no money and no ambitionand I havent been back to those grimy East Village bars since. After 2. 00. 3, I basically stopped caring about the Cubs. Sure, I wanted them to do well, but I stopped allowing myself to get invested in the fortunes of any given team. I kept working at Wrigley Field, but I started to focus more on selling beer than watching the games. Im older now, and I can really use the money. The Cubs returned to the playoffs in 2. I barely remember those seasons. I dont even remember if I was at any of those playoff games. And then 2. 01. 6 came around, and I felt 2. From start to finish, the Cubs were the best team in baseball, and the skill and joy with which they played the game warmed my cold, shriveled heart. I tried to resist. On June 1. 9, I let my guard down for the first time in a decade. The Cubs were playing the Pirates on a warm, beautiful, clear night. I was selling Budweiser in the left field grandstand and doing pretty well for a Sunday. Top prospect Willson Contreras had just been called up to the majors, and in the sixth inning he got called on to pinch hit. As Contreras came to the plate for his first major league at bat, I swear to God that I had a premonition Hes going to hit a home run. He crushed the first pitch he saw into the center field bleachers. Standing atop section 2. I started crying. From that point, I was all in on the 2. Cubs. A couple of weeks ago, I wrote that the 2. Cubs fans into a bunch of optimists. In that piece, I wrote about Cubs fans as a third party, a group Id spent the year examining anthropologically from my vantage in the stands. I didnt mention the extent to which Id started to care again. I dont think I even realized it. It became clear to me last week, when the World Series came to Wrigley Field for the first time in 7. I worked all three games. And the Cubs are in itThe Cubs hadnt won a title since the Theodore Roosevelt administration, and people at Wrigley knew they could be witnessing history. The fans had paid a lot of money for the privilegeseats were going for thousands of dollars on the secondary market, and our supervisors reminded us repeatedly to kneel down so as not to block the views our customers had spent so much money to acquire. Celebrity fans abounded I sold a beer to Bill Murray, who was sitting a few rows down from former NFL quarterback Donovan Mc. Nabb, who was wearing a Cubs jersey with his own name and number on the back. About 2. 0 rows up from Murray and Mc. Nabb was comedian Jeff Garlin. I probably should have specified which movie I was talking about. Then the Cubs lost Game 3, and the optimism dipped a little bit. It didnt dip by a lotit was a very close game, after allbut things were definitely more tense as Game 4 got started. After retiring the side with ease in the first inning, starting pitcher John Lackey surrendered a home run to the first batter he faced in the second. Then, after two successive errors by third baseman Kris Bryant, the Indians scored again. In the top of the third, after two consecutive hits, they scored again, and at that point the mood turned darker. I was selling a beer to the MSNBC host Chris Hayeswho was also wearing a jersey with his own name on itwhen Lackey allowed that third run. I felt like joining him. Downstairs in the vendors commissary, the mood was just as glum. Its done. The crowd felt it, too. Around the fifth inning, I watched an upset fan stalk the concourse separating the left field grandstand from the box seats, trying in vain to energize the quiet crowd. I was extremely anxious myself. I stopped looking out for celebrities and completely dispensed with the light banter I had shared with fans before Games 3 and 4. I poured my beers in silence, rarely initiating a conversation. My internal monologue, though, was full of self recriminations You let them fool you again, Justin. You let this fucking team fool you again. And then the Cubs played well, and it was OK to breathe again. By time the seventh inning rolled around, the Cubs were up 32 and shutdown closer Aroldis Chapman was warming up in the bullpen. At that point, I had relaxed enough to go up to the musician Billy Corgan and give him a small pep talk. Im not sure why I said that. It was a strange time. My vending season was done at that point. I tipped out of the commissary, swiped out of the stadium, and walked down to Schubas on Belmont and Southport to catch the final two innings. I pulled up a barstool next to an intense Cubs fan who looked eerily like one of my journalism colleagues. When Chapman struck out Jose Ramirez to win the game and send the World Series back to Cleveland, not a colleague and I pumped our fists and exchanged high fives. I was prepared to do the same on Wednesday night, until my sister persuaded me to stop being a lamewad and come to Manhattan to watch with her and her friends. I went back to Avenue A on Wednesday night for the first time in a very long time. I donned the same Kerry Wood jersey I wore in 2. I went to a disgusting, grimy bar, where I stood next to several hundred other expatriate Cubs fans who all wanted their team to do this thing that none of us had ever seen them do. I offered up my baseball fan heart. Today, that heart is full.