Indians 2, Sox 1

So, with Schadenfreude taking the summer off, Justin has had a baby, Kate slipped a disc, Adam is getting stalked, Sandy’s scouring the interwebs for photos of animals, and I have decided to go to a baseball game. Last night, I was able to see the intrepid White Sox lost to the Cleveland Indians in a nail-biting, low-scoring game. What was fun was that I got to watch it from the Fan Deck – which is weird, because I don’t consider myself a fan, but I think the White Sox qualify anyone wanting to spend $150 for a ticket a fan. (I didn’t spend the money, it was a “business event” – so someone else paid for it, I just got to go).

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So, with Schadenfreude taking the summer off, Justin has had a baby, Kate slipped a disc, Adam is getting stalked, Sandy’s scouring the interwebs for photos of animals, and I have decided to go to a baseball game. Last night, I was able to see the intrepid White Sox lost to the Cleveland Indians in a nail-biting, low-scoring game. What was fun was that I got to watch it from the Fan Deck – which is weird, because I don’t consider myself a fan, but I think the White Sox qualify anyone wanting to spend $150 for a ticket a fan. (I didn’t spend the money, it was a “business event” – so someone else paid for it, I just got to go).

I have to say, baseball is kinda boring to watch, but a lot of fun to BE at. I only go to one game a year – it’s either on someone else’s dime, or I go on Pepsi Can night – where you get a ticket for a shiny piece of silver, some twine and a can of Pepsi. So, this one was better because booze and food were included.

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So, with Schadenfreude taking the summer off, Justin has had a baby, Kate slipped a disc, Adam is getting stalked, Sandy’s scouring the interwebs for photos of animals, and I have decided to go to a baseball game. Last night, I was able to see the intrepid White Sox lost to the Cleveland Indians in a nail-biting, low-scoring game. What was fun was that I got to watch it from the Fan Deck – which is weird, because I don’t consider myself a fan, but I think the White Sox qualify anyone wanting to spend $150 for a ticket a fan. (I didn’t spend the money, it was a “business event” – so someone else paid for it, I just got to go).

I have to say, baseball is kinda boring to watch, but a lot of fun to BE at. I only go to one game a year – it’s either on someone else’s dime, or I go on Pepsi Can night – where you get a ticket for a shiny piece of silver, some twine and a can of Pepsi. So, this one was better because booze and food were included.

But that sounds a lot cooler than it really is. By booze – they mean all the semi-tepidly warm plastic bottles of Miller/Miller Light you can cram into 6 innings. And by food – they mean warming plates of hotdogs, hamburgers and chicken breast (complete with painted on grill marks) that you care to put on a bun and slather with tomato, lettuce and onion that have been sitting out in the 90 degree humid air for 2 hours.

Sure, it sounds like I’m bitching – but I had three beers, two hot dogs and a hamburger – and enjoyed every second. Here’s what REALLY annoyed me though – they closed up shop at the middle of the 6th. The MIDDLE of the 6th? No more food. And if I wanted a beer, I had to pay. What’s the deal with that? Someone paid $150 for a ticket – the LEAST they could do is leave it open until the 7th inning stretch… On top of that, they were in such a rush to get people out of there at the end, some dude with a broom was literally sweeping my feet into the dustbin to get me to move.

So, in spite of food stewing in some watery grave on a hot plate, some Miller that was almost as warm as the sweat dripping from my forehead, the Sox losing and some kid hitting my shins with a broom – it was a pretty awesome summer night.

And now I know what the rest of America does on a Tuesday evening in the middle of the week…. or at least the Southsiders.

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