There were a couple thousand fans around Wrigley, just being happy. Nobody was really doing anything in particular. I exchanged smiles with a a lot of people, got into a couple conversations and got high fives from random strangers.
Over the last couple days, people began writing on the Wrigley Field walls with chalk. It began as a tribute to Cub fans who died before this season, but soon expanded to anyone who wanted to be part of things.
I found a tiny fragment of red chalk and a small blank space. My chalk disintegrated halfway through my message, so I grabbed a green piece and kept going.
I walked all the way around the park, taking pictures and just being happy.
This is Randy, the captain of the fire station across the street from Wrigley.
I bought a hat and pennant.
