ROOFTOPS

From "Wrigley Field: Beyond the Ivy"

Our great grandpas, when they were kids, watched the game through knotholes in the left-field fence. But who, in heaven's name, would want to see it from the roof? What, bake in the sun and sink, inning by inning, into that melting tar? Roofs were meant for couples to drift up onto by night, by day a place for soot to land.
Today, every rooftop is a balcony deluxe. You've got solid hardwood at your feet, a whole sky above, and the game spread out before you like an army passing your reviewing stand. Isn't it a beautiful thing, being on the outside looking in!