Plopped down in the heart of a roiling, beer-soaked, half gay, half frat-rat urban neighborhood, precious, rickety Wrigley Field, where the Mets play this weekend, is one of baseball's last great houses. It's also the site of one of baseball's terrifically quirky traditions— hanging out on Waveland Avenue behind the left field brick wall trying to shag home run balls that get pelted... More >>>