I hope this is true. My Christmas will be saved.
Let us now praise the new owners of the Chicago Cubs. Early on in their tenure, they were faced with a difficult decision, and they made the right call, showing an uncommon wisdom. Even as they give the ballpark restrooms a makeover for next year, they are keeping the long troughs in the men's rooms. For the uninitiated, the troughs are a sort of rough ritual at Wrigley Field. Between innings, men jostle each other as they do their business into the troughs quickly before returning to watch the game. There are no privacy screens. No crumbled ice over air fresheners. No tuxedoed gentlemen with hand towels and breath mints, ready to brush the lint off your shoulders. In a ballpark lousy with yuppies, there is nothing yuppie about the troughs. They are the great equalizer. For the record, the Chicago Sun-Times editorial board was not unanimous in its respect for the troughs. One colleague noted that taking a 9-year-old boy to the troughs is no picnic, and we can sympathize. Drunks with bad aim and all. Then there are the men who can find no relief surrounded by men finding relief. For those shy fellows, there are stalls, and we wish them godspeed. But for the rest of the male fans, we celebrate the trough. Long let it live in all its egalitarian glory.
What's your best trough experience?