I go so infrequently that I haven't seen many memorable moments from the Cubs. but my favorite memory from the stands was probably around 2010 in the shade behind home plate in April with the wind howling in. I couldn't feel my face or move my arms to drink my beer. but there was a guy near us who was easily in his early 60s with his mid-20s Peruvian house boy, I imagine, so I was mildly entertained. it hits like the 7th inning and suddenly old creeper outs himself as an Astros fan, but he didn't seem to know any of the players or anything about baseball really. Geoff Blum comes up, and he starts yelling "go Jeff". I casually and discreetly let him know this guy actually pronounces it like it's spelled, with a hard G. "it's Scandinavian" I told him. so the old dude is standing for a solid 5 minutes standing and clapping and screaming out "LET'S GO GEE-OFF!" I like to imagine that he's talking to somebody somewhere about me. my only hope is that he speaks fondly