I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for the White Sox. Chances are if I lived in Chicago, I’d be a Sox fan over the Cubs.
I felt that way even when we visited Chicago in 1991. Sure the new ballpark isn’t as romantic as Wrigley. But the fans there love their Sox. You aren’t going there to be SEEN. You are going there to watch the Sox.
Granted, everything I wore for them was black and not white, but who is keeping score?
When New Comiskey Park opened in 1991, it seemed a bit cold and a year later looked like a disaster when compared to Camden Yards.
BUT there was something that really struck me when I went to a game there in 1991: Their concourses were HUGE. The three days before, I saw games in the old parks of Milwaukee, Detroit and Wrigley. They were all so cramped and the lines were disastrous.
At New Comiskey, the concourses were wide and there were more concession stands which meant shorter lines.
Not ALL the ideas in New Comiskey Park were bad. They just should have made it a little warmer.
When my dad and I attended a game at New Comiskey Park (that was what it was called then), the old Comiskey Park was not totally demolished. Center field and the old scoreboard still were there in existence.
It was kind of a ghost of the old memories. We were in the upper deck and from one of the concourses, we could see the remains of the old park from the new park.