2013-06-26
When I was growing up in South Bend, Ind., at least once a summer my dad would take my brothers and me to Wrigley Field to see a Cubs game.
My dad was a title attorney whose company sold Chicago Title Insurance, so he always was able to get us good tickets. I fondly remember the two-hour drives across Northern Indiana to the north side of Chicago.
Even when I was a kid, Wrigley was a historic site — kind of a shrine to ineptitude. The Cubs’ one shining moment during my childhood came in 1969,…