I actually found myself driving through Chicago today, as I returned from a 4th of July camping trip in Wisconsin with Amrys, Jeff, and a friend of Amrys’s from Madison. Jeff and I toyed with the idea of going to the first of the day-night double header between the Twins and the White Sox in Chicago, but decided that it might be too complicated to get him to O’Hare on time for his 6 pm international flight… which turned out to be completely true as the Twins and Bad Sox had an offensive showdown that lasted nearly four hours. I blame Jeff for making me miss this one. I give you the box score… and yes, that is a baseball score, not football:
To add insult to injury, I had also toyed with the idea of sticking around in Chicago and catching the evening game on my own. But that would have involved getting a hold of the one person I know in Chicago (who may or may not even be around, given the holiday weekend) and spending the night. Ultimately, I decided that I wanted to get back to Ann Arbor tonight and didn’t bother. When I finished listening to the first game, I figured that the teams would be tired and that it was probably for the best anyway.
Turns out, only the White Sox were tired as the Twins massacred them 12-0, including three homeruns and six RBI from my future husband, Justin Morneau. A slight scare when Mike Redmond took a Jim Thome bat to the head, but kudos to the Chicago play-by-play guys for actually informing us of what was going on on the field and not cutting away to commercial. And on the double bonus side, the Chicago radio station actually carries right up to Ann Arbor, so I managed to listen to the first 6 innings of the game on the road.
Next time, however, I am not going to be foolish and pass up an opportunity to see a game when I happen to be driving by it anyway. No one to blame but myself for missing the second one.