FIRST EVER BASEBALL GAME FOR MARCOS AND JOSE

My first Cubs game of the season provided lots of fun in the sun - it was super hot hot hot in the bleachers! 

Marcos and Jose had never been to a professional sporting event in the US and had no glue how to play baseball. Barb and I gave some lessons on the game - as much as we could on this seriously sticky/muggy/sweaty day. 

The thing Jose found so different from futbol/soccer games in Spain is that people are so carefree about watching the game, whereas in Spain people would have their eyes glued to the action.

I told them that the bleacher seats are essentially a big beer garden, especially when the Cubs are 9-10 games out of first place and on the verge of trading some of their best players for younger talent. 

The Cubs won the game vs. the Phillies that afternoon - maybe because Marcos and Jose brought their good luck from Spain - ie. them winning the World Cup days before the game!

What an amazing day...We left the game a little early, got a table at Sheffield's Bar, had some beer and Southern BBQ, watched the rest of the game on TV - I love that place! 

Chicago is so spectacular in the summer! 

GOTTA LOVE THE WRIGLEY FIELD BLEACHER BUMS!

It just isn't summer without attending a game in Wrigley Field bleachers! This guy has talent, very nice :)

RICHARD SIMMONS STARRED IN MY DREAM LAST NIGHT

I had a stomach ache last night and was moaning like a little kid who needed his mommy to comfort him.

John turned over and asked if I was OK. I responded, "I may throw-up but I'll be fine." Minutes later I was off in la-la land, exhausted from a long day of work and play.

Per our normal morning protocol, I woke up to John's phone alarm at 6 a.m. John hit the snooze button and I remember dreaming about being at Wrigley Field and drifted back into sleep.

The alarm sounded and John hit snooze once again. I stayed in my dream until the alarm sounded the third time and John got out of bed.

I've grown accustomed to waking up and falling back asleep as it happens every week day and today was my lucky day - I vividly remember superstar fitness icon Richard Simmons making a surprise appearance in my dream!

No it wasn't the type of dream that had me in a bathtub caressing him, eating strawberries off his chest and licking whip cream off his toes.

This dream combined my urning for the Chicago Cubs to start their season and me being star struck with every one's favorite flamboyant gym teacher.

The following sequence of events are as clear as day for me - I can still see his charismatic face and the skimpy gym outfit he was wearing.

I was at Wrigley Field making my way to the bleachers with my brother Ryan and his two girlfriends. I had a beer in each hand and was thinking about getting a hot dog when I spotted him out of the corner of my eye.

I exclaimed to my brother, "Oh my God, it's Richard Simmons!"

I reacted like a 16 year old who just saw her favorite boy band - Jonas/Timberlake - member. He was a much younger version of his current self, wearing the typical red, white and blue skimpy shorts and tank.

I walked right up to him to get my picture taken - I wrapped my arm around him like we were long lost friends and my brother took our photo.

Suddenly, my friend Robbie, former co-worker Chris and one of John's former employees Bill arrived on the scene and jumped at the opportunity to be in the photo with me and my new pal - this was a weird mix of people, which happens all the time in my dreams.

I then looked at the man of the hour, the star of my dream - and showered him with praise for what he's done for the chubby members of the world.

THE WEIRDEST PART...Richard Simmons never said a thing, not one word! He blushed and fluttered his eyes at me like a little school girl - but not one darn word out of his big mouth. He is never short on words in real life - why didn't he speak to me?

RONNIE WOO-WOO IS KING OF WRIGLEY FIELD

I went to the Cubs game last night with my brother Scott. While I waited for him to get off work, I enjoyed a couple cold Goose Island beers at Murphy's Bleachers.

I was looking out for my brother near the entrance of the bar and saw Ronnie Woo-Woo talking to some fans. I was close enough to get some nice photos of him. I loved that he had a sharpie marker attached to his uniform so he could sign his autographs - he has always been a ladies man.

For those who don't know him, Mr. Woo Woo is a Chicago legend. I will always be a fan of his even though he can be very annoying, shouting woo! woo! woo! every two seconds of the game. I believe he is the Cubs unofficial mascot. True Cubs fans know the quirky history of the team and if you are truly a fan of the team you would know all about Ronnie Woo Woo!

More to come on Mr. Woo Woo. I'm going to do some research on him and report back on my findings.