So Santos and I went to the White Sox game tonight really not expecting much because they’ve lost something like nine straight games (I’m not exaggerating). We’re season ticket holders and I’m going to make it to all of our games this year one way or another pretty much regardless of how they do on the field.
Like I was saying, we weren’t expecting much but what we found was:
- a nice dinner in the outside seating area of a restaurant on Taylor street before the game
- a decent ride through the west side medical district, then Pilsen, then Bridgeport
- special police parking for our bikes right behind the stadium
- a feeling that we went from the middle of spring to the middle of summer over night
- a White Sox offense that seems to have awoken from its slumber of late
- a nice pitching gem by Mark Buehrle
- some really nice people around us to share a nice evening of baseball
- an exhilarating ride back up the Dan Ryan expressway then the Kennedy expressway that involved a little more speed than a rational person would deem safe…
Not bad from an evening where we didn’t expect much…
