My brother and his wife are in town this weekend. Since the Cubbies aren't playing at home, we spent the morning on a tour of Wrigley Field. On weekends that the Cubs are away a $25 ticket (proceeds to Cubs Care) will get you a tour of: the executive skyboxes, press box, bleachers, visiting team clubhouse, home team clubhouse, home dugout and the area immediately in front of the home dugout (including the on-deck circle).

Because of the postponed series in Houston, the Cubs were just getting back to Wrigley. This meant that we wouldn't be getting a tour of their clubhouse. But it also meant that we might see a player or two. No such luck.

Six years ago when I did this tour with a friend they let you run around the field. We played catch in the outfield and threw pitches from the bullpen mound. Some douchebags ruined it a few years back, so they don't allow that anymore. But I did grab a handful of dirt from the field.

What was very interesting was that the visiting team clubhouse still had the Houston Astros names on the lockers. They're the team that was last in there - but that was a week ago. I asked the locker room attendant if they put the Astros up again because they might be coming back to Chicago to play the postponed games. He didn't give me a straight answer. Bastard.

The boy loved the visit. He constantly yelled "Go Cubs" and ran around like a madman.

Pic dump below. Including one for my friend who is a stalker fan of Hunter Pence.

Yesterday I went to the Sports Authority, where they sold me two Nike FitDRY shirts. One long sleeve, the other sleeveless. They don't sell those things to just anyone, you know. Total jock.

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I wore the sleeveless shirt playing basketball over lunch today. I went 3-4 from three point territory. Like I said, jock.

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Two years of visiting gentlemen's clubs and flirting with the ladies have strengthened my swimmers to a new level of invincibility.

My wife is due March 22.

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Fifteen more kids and I reach Steve Garvey status.