For the 20th consecutive year, Wrigley Field will host a night game. Baseball purists will weep on their Roger Kahn memoirs and gush about the days of pure, white, daytime baseball. They'll tell you how "them's was the good old days" and then they will rant about the new fangled wireless telephones and hand-held phonographs. Then they will tell you about a fat Irish utlity infielder who played in 1943 but had a heart of gold. And then you will walk away, bored and confused.(Ed. note: A luddite is a person who is violently opposed to technological change. You dim-witted plebians really don't know anything)
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