August 8 this year brings up two significant anniversaries. The first, which I have commented on before (and here), is the 30th anniversary of the first scheduled night game at Wrigley Field. I say “scheduled” because, while the game started, it never finished. It starting raining in the fourth inning and didn’t stop. (Well, it eventually stopped, but not soon enough.) And so, instead of a baseball game, we got Greg Maddux, et al, sliding on a rain-slickened tarp. (You can just barely see it here, along with a really young Paul Sullivan.) The first official night game was the next night.