8/8/88
Just recently, there was a lot of discussion out there. We need more night games! How could you expect us to win when we play so many games during the day?
Well …
Remember all the angst and torment? How could the Cubs even think about adding light standards to Wrigley Field?
I make myself sound real old with this next sentence. But we’re now on generations — yes, generations, with a plural “s” — that don’t know what it was like to play major league baseball solely during daylight hours.
Today — August 8 — is the anniversary. The date still rolls off the tongue … 8/8/88.
And I remember it like it was … well … 29 years ago today. Wow, I do feel old.
Wrigley Field managed to survive almost 75 full years without lights. It has managed to survive 28 with lights, so I guess night baseball didn’t ruin the venerable park.
It’s not possible to forget all the buildup to that night.
· I remember the cheers going up-and-down the Wrigley Field halls when the City Council approved the addition of lights. The vote took place in January — during my first month full-time with the Cubs. Welcome to the team; it will never be the same.
· I remember being called into my boss’ office early in the process. Ned Colletti, the department director, told me I would be privy to some important information during this whole process — and what I heard was to stay in my head. Being able to keep my eyes and ears open and my mouth closed was a great trait to have in that profession.
· I remember getting the plush assignment of being spokesman-on-site when the equipment was first placed on the roof. There’s nothing like watching helicopters hover directly above you carrying steel girders to get you to question your career choice.
· I remember all of the media outlets reaching out to try to get credentials for the game. This was 1988 … no email, no text, no online applications. Phone call after phone call after phone call. “Media Relations, this is Chuck. We’ll need a credential request in writing from your sports editor. Please send it to 1060 W. Addison Street, Chicago, 60613.”
· I remember getting rewarded with a road trip to Philadelphia and New York — my gift for doing things right during the whole installation process. For those of you keeping score at home, I was sent out-of-town the week before the first night game. I was always a team player.
And how could I forget the sights and sounds of the ballpark?
· It was blistering hot. Uncomfortably hot. You name it … hot, sticky, humid.
· I remember talking to Jack Brickhouse on the field. Jack and I had spoken at length about what lights would do for Wrigley Field during our time on the January Cubs Caravan. He was a great resource for me in learning about Phil Wrigley — and how close the former Cubs owner had come to adding lights during the World War II years.
· I remember being just a few feet away from 91-year-old Harry Grossman during pregame ceremonies. Harry — who at the time was the oldest living season ticketholder — had been chosen to flip the ceremonial light switch.
· I remember watching Ernie Banks — the always cool Mr. Cub — and seeing that the heat was getting to him; he was sweating through his sport coat.
· I remember how crowded the tiny press box was. At that point in time, there were more media members in attendance for that game than any non-crown jewel game in baseball history.
· I remember the buzz in the park. It was the first time I had ever heard that “buzzing sound” at Wrigley Field.
· I remember the feeling that this must be what a World Series game feels like. Well, at least a playoff game.
And then the game started.
· I remember all the flash bulbs when Rick Sutcliffe threw the game’s first pitch.
· I remember all the flash bulbs when Sutcliffe threw the second pitch.
· I remember the park going from buzz to almost dead silence when Sutcliffe’s fourth pitch was deposited into the bleachers by Philadelphia’s Phil Bradley.
· I remember the roar of the crowd when the Cubs answered back in the bottom of the first inning — when Ryne Sandberg hit a two-run homer. The buzz had returned.
· I remember security escorting Morganna the Kissing Bandit off the field.
· I remember the sky getting more-and-more ominous — and the eventual eruption of a torrential downpour. It was Mother Nature’s way of saying there shouldn’t be night baseball at Wrigley Field, everyone said.
· I remember Les Lancaster, Jody Davis, Greg Maddux and Al Nipper sliding on the tarp and entertaining the fans.
· I remember waiting … and waiting … and waiting … and waiting … for a game that never resumed. The first night game officially didn’t take place. It was a do-over.
Thankfully, the powers-that-be for the Cubs had already selected August 9 as a night game — as an alternative date in the event August 8 was postponed. Mercifully, the powers-that-be in the meteorology division didn’t interfere with that affair, and the first official night game took place without a hitch.
Happy 29th Anniversary to night baseball at Wrigley Field. In the immortal words of the late, great Harry Grossman, “Let there be lights!”
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My name is Chuck Wasserstrom, and I am a freelance writer specializing in human interest storytelling and feature writing. I am a 25-year industry veteran with two decades of marketing and business experience in Chicago. My storytelling site is aptly named www.chuckblogerstrom.com — and this article originally ran on that site.
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