For those who are new to my sordid antics, my name's Danny Rockett and I play Rock and Roll, party, and watch the Cubs. I moved to Chicago at the end of 2012 from NYC after I got divorced and lost a good job and my recording studio. To top off that hilarious year, my dog died too. So I moved a mile north of Wrigley Field to be close to family, friends, and of course, the Cubs. After two years, I seem to be accomplishing every baseball fan's dream midlife crisis.
In 2014, I caught around 80 games at home and on the road. If I had to sum it all up for me and the Cubs, I'd say it was a transitional year. Looking back over this holiday break at all the photos I took, some of which have appeared on BCB, I took stock of all the fun times following the Cubs have provided me as we turn the corner together and get back to championship form.
Articles on this blog have a pretty short shelf life thanks to the diligent work of all the BCB writers, so i thought it would be fun to give some of the baseball travel photos I took last year a second life in a long off season. With only a weekend of Cubs convention to look forward to and a "pitchers and catchers" date still unset, take a break from shoveling out your car in a face mask and parka and reminisce about fun at the old ballpark.
It all began last January with a walk around Wrigley Field.
Then off to the Cubs convention!
This style is against dress code at most establishments.
In the likelihood the front office panel is boring, be prepared to nap comfortably in snuggly Cubs pajamas!
Remember last off season when the Cubs' most exciting signing was a mascot?
A Cubs authentic personalized jersey will run you over $200 at the MLB.com shop. A Dale Sveum autographed authentic jersey -- $85. It didn't sell.
My keyboard player Gary got a great deal on a Fukudome jersey.
While another Gary (Pressey) tickled his organ.
Rollie Fingers reluctantly signs my Cubs Gnome's moustache for charity and $20.
The gnome made an appearance a week later when my buddy Loren fell asleep on my couch.
Due to inclement weather, this game has been snowed out!
A polar vortex or two later, it was off to Spring Training in Mesa and Vegas! A much needed respite from the bitter winter of 2014.
My sun deprived dour mood evaporated in the desert sun.
Nothing beats the "monkey taking a shower" Cubs mascot or hanging out with new and old friends on the berm and at the bar!
Hanging with the staff of Scottsdale Stadium and a medical pot entrepreneur after the Cubs' 3-2 preseason win over the World Champion Giants. Maybe we'll all go here later.
After a few sun and fun filled days in Arizona, I hopped the mariachi music fueled "banda bus" with these fellows to fabulous Las Vegas!
You know that commercial where those guys take a road trip and listen to a learn Spanish tape and end up knowing Spanish after a few hours? Yeah. That really can happen...
In Sin City, I met up with my favorite drummer, Johnny Onomatopoeia who takes a much needed berm nap after a sleepless night of playing craps.
After the game, this industrious fan found the beer taps unguarded.
And then Johnny rolled down the hill outside of Cashman Field. Something I had learned not to do past age 40 after attempting the same feat the previous fall.
The next day, Sunday, Johnny and I were in pretty rough shape after a night spent partially with this man.
We drove famed Cubs Fan Foto photographer Katelyn Kelley to the airport.
And then back on the beautiful berm and a Cubs win!
It was at this game where I randomly met Ann Fredrickson, who generously gave me free tickets for the entire opening series. She also gave me free tickets throughout the year in exchange for a few of the Bobblehead giveaways. I could not have afforded to go to as many games as I did without the kindness of people like Ann and a sixth straight season out of contention.
After the game, we drove back to Los Angeles, where I experienced my first earthquake, indicated by this askew lampshade.
And then it was back to Chicago for the start of the 2014 baseball season.
Happy to be home! Not.
All in all, the Spring Training trip cost me under $1,000. I had hopes that this year, I'd be playing with a little more cash thanks to this baby.
But alas. Another $5 of gambling losses.
So what about you? Any of you going to the convention? Spring Training? Why not get your picture in my next year's recap? You're missing a hell of a good time! Come hang out!