Take a Walk

You endure Chicago in winter because you get Chicago in summer. Forget the humidity. The lakefront makes every bead of sweat worth it. Yesterday, Michele and I took DuSable Lake Shore Drive up to Addison. Somehow, the price gougers forgot the lot there, and we were able to park for three hours for the grand total of $1.62. By way of comparison, the Chicago Park District was charging a flat rate of $30 on the Fourth of July for nearby sections of Lincoln Park and may have been doing the same for where we parked, for all I know. According to Michele’s Fitbit, we did ten miles, which ain’t bad, especially if you throw in an order of nachos con pollo at the halfway point. Usually, I complain about having to share the lakefront bike path with pedestrians, so it was good to get another perspective on matters. The world looks a little different on foot than it does on a Schwinn. The afternoon was reward enough in itself, but the White Sox were considerate enough to give me another treat with their 3-1 win in Milwaukee. Thank God they pitched the honorary South Sider, Lance Lynn. For absolutely no good reason I can think of, the man reminds me of Early Wynn. Maybe it’s the rhyming last names. Anyway, Lynn gave up all of one run in six innings. Of course, Lucas Giolito did the same on Friday, only to be tagged with the loss. The difference was in the pitcher hitting. Giolito went 0-for-2 while Lynn drove in two runs with a single in the second inning. It was his first hit in nearly four years. Tonight, Eloy Jimenez makes his 2021 debut for the Sox in Kansas City. Everyone is ecstatic, which is understandable. Jimenez is sort of like Lynn, but with a bat. (Then again, if Lynn keeps hitting, the analogy doesn’t work nearly as well.) What no one is talking about yet is who goes down to make room for Eloy. The game is a business about a game.