LGA to O'Hare to Michigan Ave. to Wrigley to Paradise. Back to NYC for a connection to NJ to see The Police at Giants Stadium on Sunday. Not a bad weekend.
Sports, music and travel. Three major parts of my life.
The things that stand out after such a great experience?
The atmosphere surrounding Wrigley Field is just incredible. It is a scene. It is outstanding. The rooftops have a charm to their own, despite the fact that they've been incorporated and are the Cubs' version of the corporate skybox.
3621 Sheffield provides a terrific view of the game, a full length 'indoor' level bar and an amazing rooftop layout to create a party of a lifetime.
The exact opposite of charm is the scene surrounding Giants Stadium in NJ.
Construction of a monstrosity called "Xanadu," terrible parking woes, parking attendants that steer patrons into a living hell of detours, parking garages and patched-up surface roads, literally miles from your destination of a parking lot close to a 55,000+ seat arena that has no mass transit access. The scowls on the faces of the employees scream, "I don't want to be here." (The concert was scheduled on a summer Sunday night).
The saving grace? A perfect summer evening, cool temperatures and a welcomed 'tailgate party' invitation from some friends who were happy to share the night and some bbq dogs and burgers.
The Stadium was packed and the lines for food or a beer were ridiculous. Nothing could spoil the night and - the bottom line - the show was tremendous. The Police revival tour finished its North American leg and will soon tour in Europe before returning to the USA for an indoor arena tour in the fall.
Sting proved to be a frontman to stand up with the best in the business. (Mick, Bono, Daltry = Holy Trinity of frontmen in my book). Andy Summers - looking every bit like James Dolan of MSG fame - often took center stage and played the chords of a generation ago - to perfection.
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