The reason I still get chills at Wrigley is when I walk up the steps and see the field, the wall and ivy, and the backdrop. I love Wrigley because of this. I don't know if it's possible to get the same reaction in any other field, but going to Wrigley for what seems like the millionth time, I still look forward to this hair raising moment. Yeah, it's cheesy, but no matter how many times I walk up the stairs, I am excited. I will be there tomorrow and I am looking forward to this event alone. I'll breathe a fresh breath of (trough covered) air and know I am home. The paragraph about Bartman is perfect.