It was July 28th, 2000 when I was visiting my brother for the first time in Chicago. I had just tried Horchata for the first time, and the world was our oyster. My brother said, "Hey, finish that drink, we're going to Wrigley."
It was a gray day, and the overcast skies were threatening rain but none fell during the game.
That would be this guy:
At the plate, the Cubs featured their own big slugger: