Went to the game for my birthday. I'll not likely repeat the experience of an April game again. Fucking cold as shit. For a brief moment, I was jealous of the douche in front of me with the Cubs snuggie.
The coldest game I've ever attended was a game at Wrigley 30 years ago (almost to the day, in fact). The day before had been one of those fooler days: warm, sunny, fans in the bleacher without shirts, etc. And the next day started the same. We headed up Michigan Ave and went to Gino's East for lunch, then started walking up Michigan and everything was wonderful. Then we turned west on some cross-street to catch the El, just as some humongous cold front was blowing in. By the time we got to Wrigley we were all freezing, and we had exactly one coat between the six of us. The crowd was small (against the Expos, I remember that Jeff Reardon closed it out), so they wouldn't let anybody into the upper stands, so everybody was in the shadows in the lower stands. Two of us went down to the souvenir store to get sweatshirts or something, but they were completely sold out; the only things left were satin pitchers' jackets for something like $125 (in 1980 dollars). We blew that off and tried to make it up by eating and swapping the coat (everybody got the coat for a half inning). The Andy Frains finally relented and started letting people into the upper stands, so we went upstairs and watched the last couple of innings from the upper deck in right field where there was a sliver of sun. Man, what a brutal day that was.
