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The demolition made national news. Tipped by a piece at Chicago Bar Project, I dug up an October 12, 1988 New York Times article about the joint's closing:
From a March 28, 1989 article in the Los Angeles Times:McCuddy's has been a Chicago institution since John J. McCuddy got a tip from a rich friend and sportsman, Charles Comiskey, who owned Chicago's American League franchise at the turn of the century and long harbored dreams of moving from the old ball park at 39th Street.John J. McCuddy was one of the few people Mr. Comiskey let in on the dream, and McCuddy's opened its doors in time to serve the construction workers who built Comiskey Park—dubbed the ''baseball palace of the world'' when it opened on July 1, 1910.
As the 12-year-old great-great-grandson of the tavern's founder tearfully pulled the lever, a tractor-like high lift from Speedway Wrecking Co. took the first big chunk out of the small saloon across the street from Comiskey Park.
Young Jack Blachley, who used to sell hot dogs in the tavern, was too choked up to talk about it at first and hid his face as he said of the demolition, "It's stupid."My favorite quote comes from Pat Senese, the bar's owner, in the New York Times article: ''We've been open for every home game ever since. In fact, that's the only time we are open. They have rock concerts here, soccer games, whatever—our doors are shut. This is a baseball joint—always has been, always will be."
Cheers, McCuddy's. Would I have loved to duck in for cold beer or three before a game.
Here's a visit to the bar in 1984:
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|Screen grab via Comiskey Park: There Used to be a Ballpark Right Here|
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