Because we bought our tickets the day of the game, we were two rows back from the last seats in the stadium. I was up so high, I could see the lake. The atmosphere was actually different up there, I was freezing.
It was so high up, I never saw the margarita man. This fabled hero (at least in my book) walks around the stadium with what looks like a jet pack full of frozen Sauza margaritas. But I would never know, I never saw him. We joked that perhaps his canister didn't work at that altitude.
But hey, we ate almost everything else under the sun. We had the famed hot dogs, along with popcorn, peanuts and nachos. Perhaps the only things I didn't eat were the pizza and funnel cake, but I'm sure they were delicious, just like every single item we ate. I was stuffed and damn happy. The White Sox won too.
As for the hot dogs that are supposed to be the best, I really couldn't tell the different between theirs and the ones served a more historic ballpark on the north side. But maybe I'm just biased ...