stupid story - i lived off grace for few years back in the early 90's and southport for another 3-4 years. Been going to Wrigley as a kid since the early 80's. If a game was not sold out, we would do bleacher walk-up, and sometimes 30 minutes before a game time we could get great seats when box office released shit that didn't sell. Long story short: I went to a lot of cubs games.

in walks the love of my life. She was awesome, beautiful, and was not like most of my previous shitty relationships. Several rounds of dates go bye, and the event that really sealed the deal - she had never been to Wrigley. She new it was big deal, but I had a newbie. It was fantastic night for baseball in late april. the tickets were given to me for my birthday, they were low and just right of home plate. Some of the best seats I had in many years. There were a lot baseball questions: 'what is strike zone', 'when can a player steal', etc... basic stuff coming from a newbie to baseball, but....

...what really threw me off, were the questions about the scoreboard. I had been so accustomed to the manual scoreboard I had never really thought about the guys work inside the famous Wrigley Scoreboard. So after explaining how scores are kept, I had to explain how the dudes change the numbers and whatnot...

so she asks "well who is in charge of keeping time?" and motions to the top of the scoreboard where giant clock dominates the structure.

me: "or there is a dog that runs on a treadmill that keeps the clock running"

new girlfriend: "thats fucking awesome" proceeds to tell everyone around us this new found fact.

It went 5-6 innings before anyone finally told her the truth — that it was just a normal clock — and she just fucking laughed, like a hearty laugh — she had no problem being the gullible one.

tldr: Girlfriend thought the clock in Wrigley's scoreboard kept time by a dog running on a treadmill. I married her.