Last night, I went to a Cubs game with my friend Kelly, who got us awesome seats right near first base. The Cubbies lost, but I had a great time. I've only been to Wrigley once before, and the game was cancelled because the opposing team's pitcher, Darryl Kyle, was found dead in his hotel room. No tragedies this time. Unless you, like my liver, consider my decision to drink two martinis at a drag queen bar after the game a tragedy.