They dropped out of the race early - were six games out by April 24 - and on August 8 they were fourth, 12 1/2 games out of first place.

They went 9-20 in September, one of the worst final months in team history, after being a game over .500 on August 31.

....but my Mom and Dad kindly sent me a videotape of both the rainout and the following night (I still have it; I need to get it dumped onto DVD).

The thing I remember best is that both Harry Caray and Bill Murray (the guest commentator) were definitely under the influence – the cameras actually got a shot of Harry between innings saying, “my it’s hot tonight” and taking a sip of a beer, and he later said something like, “Bill Murray, this Bud’s for you,” and Murray said, “wow, you really DO have a Bud for me! Thanks!”

Later on, Murray was saying that Rafael Palmeiro’s first name was unsuitable for a ballplayer, as it sounded like “he should be out painting a ceiling or something.” So he suggested “Rafe” as an alternative, and when Palmeiro came up, Murray was actually yelling out of the press box, “Yo! Rafe!”

Good times.

It had literally not rained in about three weeks - not a drop - till that night. I have the details in my night game article in Wrigley Season Ticket - don’t have it handy - but it was indeed one of the driest summers ever. We set a record with 47 90+ days that year. Compare that to this summer when there have been only three days of 90+ temps.

Wrigley illuminated at night. The strange shadows and eerie camera shots gave the game a strange feeling. Having the game topped off by a rainstorm just added to the effect.

I had forgotten about Murray and his antics. He was defintely three sheets to the wind!

going to my first Wrigley night game the following year vs. The Reds. Unfortunately, this game was the one where Jerome Walton’s hitting streak ended. Yes, you can blame me, I was the jinx lol

I remember how surreal and totally cool it was to be there, BEING AT WRIGLEY AT NIGHT! What a concept.

As an aside, my brother is a union painter in Chicago, and his company painted the light superstructures. So, in a way, those lights are a little part of our family.

but I was in Chicago visiting my parents. My dad and I watched it on channel 9. The next day I bought an MLB licensed tee shirt touting the first night game at Wrigely and I still have it, unworn with all the labels still attached. It is probably worth about a buck at a yard sale but I will never part with it.

Going to the game AFTER this one, on the 9th. I was 8 years old and was sitting a few rows from the field down the third base line close to the cubs dugout. Mid-way through the game Andre Dawson came up to bat and hit a bullet foul about ten rows behind me. Everyone tried to catch it but for whatever reason no one could and it fell to the ground and slowly rolled all the way down to my row where I bent over, picked it up giving me a smile that wouldn’t leave my face for the remainder of the night.

After catching it I wanted Andre Dawson to autograph it but clearly that wasn’t going to happen. So I tried what any 8 year old would do is attempt to get any autograph I could get. I went down to the bullpen and tried to get Scott Sanderson to sign it. He wouldn’t cause he was warming up and that made me mad (again I was only 8…I didn’t know any better)

Looking back on it I’m glad he didn’t sign my ball. There is still a smear on the MLB logo where you can see where it was hit. Even though I can’t prove that The Hawk hit it or even the exact date I got it, and it will obviously never be worth anything it’s still one of my most prized baseball possessions. My first ball, the first (complete) night game. Definitely a memory I will never forget.

A very dry summer yet a downpour at the game (not as bad as last Monday, but not that far off). But what I remember most about that night was that upon returning home from the rainout, I discovered my roof developed a leak that night and I had water all over my living room. WHat a night.

Oh welll..Here is my washed out ticket stub from that night.

Kasey

The storm was scary, we were in the upper deck box down near the foul pole in line with the left fielder.

I bought a plastic souvenir that has the tickets in it, and a foul ball on top, it says Wrigley Field 1988 I saw the light!

I also went to the next game 8-09-88 that was not rained out.

never actually got to Sandberg. She was caught by security on the field. Sandberg then hit the next pitch (I think?) on to Waveland.