Originally I had booked us at a Fairfield Inn and Suites a bit north of the river for a total of $180 for one night, but upon further research on Saturday morning, I found the Renaissance Blackstone hotel for a total of $150 (including taxes), which isn't bad for booking the previous day directly on the Marriott website! Not only is the Renaissance a nicer hotel (both are part of the Marriott chain-wanted to use some gift cards), but it's in a better location RIGHT off of Michigan Avenue RIGHT across from Grant Park. This put us closer to the game day bar and Soldier Field. The lobby was gorgeous, and the executive lounge had a hot breakfast (since I'm a gold member for Marriott). For the record, no one in Chicago refers to it as a Renaissance hotel; instead, people refer to it as the "Blackstone hotel."
Chicago is probably the only city I'll use public transportation mainly because of familiarity. It has an excellent system. There is actually a train station inside the airport, which makes it convenient. Most of the downtown hotels (Renaissance Blackstone and Palmer House Hilton to name a couple) are within a ten minute walking distance of a train, so not bad at all. It costs $5 to go from the airport to downtown (one-way) and takes about an hour. From past experience, you can also use the train (orange line) to reach Toyota Park as well.
By the time I landed, took the train, and checked into the hotel (luckily there was a room available yesterday at 11AM), I arrived at the game day bar, Weather Mark Tavern, around 11:45AM. I'd last been to the bar in 2009 when there was a world cup qualifier against Honduras. It is a great meeting point because of proximity to Soldier Field.
The march to the stadium is one of the most epic marches I've participated in, although admittedly it's one of the few I've done recently. Typically I go in early to grab a good seat, but this time, I wanted to see what was in store for us. We marched towards the US Soccer House. Sunil Gulati spoke, and he's the reason why the march is the most epic. His speech was somewhat serious but very good. Apparently our chant of "You're not going to Brazil" offends other countries, and he said, "So you've now been told not to sing it" with a smile on his face. He also asked the Mexican federation if they've priced charters to New Zealand, which I thought was cute.
We then marched onto the stadium. It should be noted bass drums weren't allowed in, so there was only one small drum allowed. We couldn't bring in banners either, and rumor had it that this was a FIFA/CONCACAF mandate (not per stadium). Yet, in the corner, I saw Panamanian banners, one being as long as our AO national banner, so go figure. There is ALWAYS a double standard with FIFA/CONCACAF.
The section was rocking, and AO Chicago did their very best without bass drums or capo stands. Things in the section were okay until (I learned later) some Panamanians wanted their assigned seats, which were in the middle of the front row of our section. So, just like Arlington, security went around spot-checking people's tickets. Some people got kicked out of their seats and had to move to their assigned seats. It was quite inconsistent as to who would have to move and who would not. It's a good thing David and I from the beginning had decided to stick with our assigned seats. It's very frustrating from a section standpoint to have so much inconsistency between stadiums. You often go into the section, not knowing if it's really general admission or assigned seating. Chapters and AO national can spread the word pre-game as much as possible, but the bottom line is that security is always a complete crap shoot during games, even mid-game.
Winning the trophy made this entire tournament all the sweeter. There's great satisfaction in knowing that you supported your team the ENTIRE way, without fail. Post-game we went to Gino's East, my favorite deep dish pizza place ever, hands down. I've been to Lou Malnati's, but the sauce isn't as good. I've been to Giordano's, but the crust reminds me of the Red Baron frozen deep dish pizza you buy in the grocery store. There were only praises for the food of our group of ten, so I must've picked a good spot.
This morning David left for San Diego around 8:30AM; I had a few hours to kill before checking out and making my flight. I wanted to go to the skydeck of Willis Tower (formerly known as the Sears tower), but it was an hour wait. Apparently you can buy tickets in advance, so I'll have to remember for next time. I walked from Grant Park down to Millennium Park. Michigan Avenue is great to walk and enough entertainment. Filming was ongoing at Millennium Park, and apparently I may have been watching a Shameless episode being recorded.
My flight departed around 3:30PM today on the dreamliner again. It cost 12,500 miles, and since I myself was out of the miles, my dad thankfully had enough for me to use. We have decided any miles he earns (since he has the United Mileage Plus credit card) will be applied towards domestic flights because it's worth more. An international flight costs around 130,000 miles (at least, to get to Singapore/Malaysia), and United is NOT good to fly internationally in the economy cabin. We prefer Singapore Airlines.
Looking back at these last few weeks, doing this entire Gold Cup camp (including the San Diego friendly) from start to finish has been amazing. There were only four of us American Outlaws who made EVERY game, and I'm certainly the only female to do it. I should also note David is the only one (of the four of us) who made every AO event, as I missed Portland's night before party. The other two guys (one's from Phoenix/NYC and the other's from Alaska/Brooklyn) typically would arrive on game day and leave right after the game or the next morning. Grant Wahl on Saturday night told David we should get some sort of reward, so if anyone ever wants to sponsor me or donate to my soccer travel fund, by all means, feel free.
I have learned it is possible to survive a 3+ weeks, 7-game trip with someone. As we were planning, this of course was a concern for both of us, understandably. Neither of us had been with a non-family member for so long on a daily basis. The only time we really disagreed on this trip was when he wouldn't carry me from the stadium to the tailgate after the game in Salt Lake City because I was tired. It's funny because we didn't even fight really. I asked and he said no. SIGH. :-P He even asked last night if there was anything we could fight about, but I told him that there was no point in starting a fight this late in the trip LOL. Without David's good nature and patience, this would not have been an enjoyable trip, and so for that, I thank him.
My next soccer-related trip isn't until Labor Day weekend (Dynamo in Chicago), so I won't be writing for a while!