Mailman Dave
I have never been to Chicago, I’m not a fan of the Cubs, but good god, do I want to go to Wrigley. Not for the ivory that covers the outfield walls, the history of the stadium, or to eat Chicago-style hot dogs. No, I want to go to a Cubs game to participate in a Cup Snake. What other place do random strangers, people from completely different backgrounds, people who would never say hi to each other if they bumped into each other on the streets come together like this?
This is the definition of teamwork. We have people resting the snake on their shoulders, handling the snake with both hands; they all have one common purpose; get that snake to the fucking moon.
This was so much money spent on beer, but who the fuck cares? You’re at a baseball game. Beer and baseball are the two most American things out there, and why not celebrate them?
I want Cup Snakes all summer long.
