Three baseball fans were sitting in a bar. One was a Cardinal fan, one a Cub fan and one a White Sox fan. They were arguing about what a day at the ball park was all about it.

The White Sox fan said, “Why it means an animated Ozzie leading his team to victory, the smell of hot dogs, hearing the crack of the bat and seeing if Steve Dahl can squeeze his fat egomaniacal lard ass into one seat.”

The Cardinal fan argued, “Yeah, that maybe true, but there is nothing like sitting in a sea of Red, surrounded by Cardinal fans young and old cheering them on to victory.”

After that there was silence. The Sox fan and the Cardinal fan waited, and finally asked the Cub fan what a day at the ballpark meant to him, to which the Cub fan scratched his brow and thought about it. Finally he retorted, “There is nothing like sitting in beautiful Wrigley field, talking on your cell phone while trying to get on TV, watching all the Michigan State frat boys get drunk and hit on chicks with big hooters and singing take me out to the ball game.”

The Cardinal fan said, “well what about the game! Isn’t the whole reason for going is to see a baseball game?”

The Cub fan sat and finally answered, “game? what game?”