by Kent SterlingJuly 14, 2020

Back in 1988, Vin Scully and Joe Garagiola were on the call from Wrigley Field for the first real night game at Wrigley Field as we heard this afternoon on the Marquee Network.

Sometimes, even during a gloomy summer of masks, half-open restaurants, and social distancing, life works just right.

Today, I switched TV providers from YouTube TV to Hulu Live. The first show I found on the Cubs Marquee Network included on Hulu but not YouTube TV was the first night game game at Wrigley Field from August 9, 1988. I attended that game, and the first voice I heard during the replay broadcast today was my own.

Mets catcher Gary Carter was stuck on 299 career home runs, and I built a significant dislike forCarter during his career with the Expos and Mets (when he wrapped his career with the Dodgers, Giants, and Expos again, I pitied his eroding abilities so my dislike waned). I turned the game on this afternoon while the game was in the top of the sixth with Carter at the plate, and heard 299! 299! 299! I had to turn the TV up, but there was my psychotic chanting faintbut audible.

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I yelled 299! incessantlyfrom our seats in the 10th row behind the Cubs on deck circle every time Carter came to the plate. A fan sitting in front of us asked why I hated Carter so much. I told him, Because he refers to himself in the third person. He calls himself The Kid all the time, and I dont like self-important people. The guy smiled and nodded. I think it pleased him that I had any reason at all besides the empty beer cups that were stacked in front of me.

Carter failed to hit his 300th home run that night, and I walked home believing I may have exerted some kind of a whammy on him. That delusion was proven flawed two dayslater, as I sat in differentbox seats. As I yelled 300! for the last time, Carter stroked a solo shot into the left field bleachersoff Al Nippers first pitchin the top of the second inning.

It was serendipity I was at the first night game. The game the night before against the Phillies was rained out while Iplayed softball at Welles Park. Somehow, we made to the finals of our league tournament, and I would rather play than watch, so I opted for a game we lost just before the rains came.

Every Cubs fan who was anyone was at Wrigley for the pageantry of that first night game on August 8th, but August 9th was more like a real Cubs game with the fans who had all of the heart but none of the cash of the guys from the night before.

The Cubs won that first night game 6-4. Frank DiPino got the win one of the seven he notched in his two-plus seasons as a mediocre lefty out of the bullpen and the Cubs climbed to within 12 games of the top spot in the NL East.

And now we watch that same game on the Marquee Network as the endless summer of Covid-19 continues and continues and continues. Ten days from today, we are promised a shortened seasonof 60 Cubs games, but there wont be fans anywhere but on the rooftops across Waveland and Sheffield Avenues.

Im thinking of driving up for one of the first games. I can sit in the Cubby Bear, feel a little of the atmosphere, laugh with friends (from a distance), and at least hear the crack of the bat as a little bit of normal creeps back into our lives. Then it occurred to me that I dont even know if the Cubby Bear will be open.

We long for that feeling from 1988, 1998, 2008, and 2018. We want to baskin the splendor of a perfect afternoon or night at Wrigley, not live on the memories created 32 years ago on a beautiful night screaming 299! at a hall of fame catcher because he called himself The Kid.

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Switching to Hulu Live first voice I heard on the Marquee Network was my own - Kent Sterling