One-for-three

We turned the living room into a sports’ bar last night, sans booze. Michele followed her son-in-law’s football game via phone while we alternated between the White Sox-Twins’ game on TV and Serena Williams at the U.S. Open. We went one-for-three in the process. My son-in-law will get things in order soon enough; he’s coaching a team that won only one game last season. Unless she changes her mind, Williams is done. She staved off match-point—and retirement—five times before losing to Ajla Tomaljanovic in three sets. I’m pretty sure each of those five times ushered in a rush of memories from other tournaments. Other players should be so lucky. As for the White Sox, that’s three games gained on first-place Cleveland in three days, but I’m still not hopping on any bandwagons. But it was nice to see Davis Martin rebound from his previous start to throw five shutout innings in relief of starter…Joe Kelly (!). And Yasmani Grandal hit a game-tying homerun in the eighth inning!! Sox 4, Twins 3. Tonight, Michele and I travel north to Ravinia to hear the Music of the Baroque under the stars. The concert doesn’t start till 7:30. That’ll give me a little over an hour to follow the Sox game, time enough to see if I want phone updates. You never know.