No, it's Illinois.

I'll steal that line (and change the state) from the flick "Field of Dreams."

It works anytime you step into Wrigley Field.

This is THE place to be if you're a serious baseball fan, no matter what Barack Obama says. Sure you can have a good time (isn't that part of being a sports fan?).

But you can also enjoy baseball as it's meant to be watched. No overbearing advertisements/eyesores on the field or fence, ballpark music (read: the old-fashioned organ, not Top 40 hits blaring down you ears as you try to discuss the game with your dad/buddy/girlfriend) and the rooftop bleachers, the "L" humming in the background with fans pouring off the red line, the ivy, Murphy's Bleachers, the Cubby Bear, the bullpens right along the foul lines....

The best part is you feel like you've just jumped out of a time machine. With the exception of the very small, horizontal digital scoreboard below the bigger, old-fashioned scoreboard, watching a game at Wrigley is the same way now as it was in 1945, the last time the Cubs made a World Series.

So am I writing this to rub it in, that I'm here and you're most likely still in the Philadelphia area? Nah.

The point is this: if you've never been to Wrigley, book your flight now. Scour stubhub.com for tickets.

If you're a baseball fan and there is only one place to cross off your checklist before you die (on your bucket list), this is the place to go.

And if you're girlfriend/wife is sick of hot dogs, there's a pretty nice Italian restaurant (Tuscany) just beyond left field.