Fortune smiled on me last night. I had gotten all the way down to 26th and Western when the radio told me the game was delayed with no expected start time, so I turned around and went home. I was going alone and I didn’t want to hang out who knows how many hours just to have them postpone or cancel.
The game did start up about an hour late, so I thought I would certainly lose my chance to see baseball infamy, but the Sox overcame a 2-0 deficit with three runs in the eighth, and then hung on by what’s left of their fingernails for the win over a better last-place team.
Now the Sox are going for loss 121 tonight, and it’s going to be a nice night, so I’ll definitely be there. And if they win tonight, my wife and i are already going on Thursday afternoon with friends of hers, so my chances of seeing #121 are prettehhh, prettehhh, pretteh good.
And if the White Sox happen to sweep the Angels, I’ll be coming in to Detroit to (hopefully) see the Tigers clinch over them.
If the White Sox end up winning out the rest of their games, a la 2003 Tigers … well, I won’t know what else to say at that point except “baseball, man.”