You are awesome for offering this card.
How about this one....Wrigley Field is haunted.
I had worked as game day security at Wrigley in the early to mid 80's and would hear from the other full time security guys, the cleaning staff and others that some funky stuff was going on in the main offices. Not being a believer in ghosts I blew them off. It wasnt long after that I was offered a full time position in the stadium operations department but I would be low man on the totem pole meaning I would do all the crap work like if the security guy did not show up for the night shift, I was expected to step up and take his place....stuff like that. I was thrilled to find out the security guy didnt show up quite often and that I would be handed the keys to a National Treasure and I would be all alone...or so I thought.
It all started on a cold January day when nobody had been in the ball park for quite some time. I had to walk by the umpires locker room which was in what seemed like a crawl space of the old ball park when suddenly the moment I stepped in front of the umpires room at three in the morning a radio inside the locker room turned on at an ultra high decibel. Needless to say it scared the crap out of me and I ran like a sissy out to the field. I worked up the courage to return to the umpires room to check out the radio two minutes later and it was no longer playing and there was nobody in the locker room.
Late one Saturday a member of the front office was working in the upstairs offices by himself. Now the only way to get to these offices was to come past me so I knew exactly who was in the ball park at all times. Suddenly I got a phone call from the office staffer asking me what I wanted. I explained I did not call him and we eventually hung up the phone. Ten minutes later the guy called me and was a bit annoyed and said he didn't have time for games and demanded to know what I wanted. I explained I didn't call his name but he was still mad at me as he walked away. Ten minutes later I herd him coming down the stairs with a ashen look on his face. He looked me square in the eyes and said "don't f-ing lie to me...are you calling out and saying "Jim...come here...I need you"? I swore to him I had no idea what he was talking about and he looked me in the eye and said "someone is calling my name up there and I am outta here". That guy never worked late in the office ever again.
The cleaning ladies tell of a picture of old Mr. Wrigley that hung in the offices that was ALWAYS at a slight angle. Even after they fixed it not three minutes later it would be back hanging at an angle once again. There were rumors that Charlie Grimm's ashes were in an urn in the closet of a long time Cub employee who was grandfathered into a job when Mr. Wrigley sold the team to the Chicago Tribune. On one of those nights I felt comfortable enough to go into this employees office there was in fact something that resembled an Urn at the top of the closet with Charlie Grimm's name on it. Was it an urn or a long lost award given to the former Cub manager, well I never found out.
People do not realize many people die at the old ball park every year and even more ashes are spread there than one can even imagine so I have no doubt something is going on there. I always thought that I would walk up the stadium stairs in the middle of the night and see a ghost team made up of the '32 Yankees replying the World Series against the Cubs. It never happened but it was fun to sit in those seats when nobody was around and imagine the history that the old ball park saw.
I have lots of stories of the old ball park but that is enough for now I guess. I don't need the Banks card so you do not have to include me to be considered for the give away.
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