The Little Things

The TiVo box gave up the ghost Sunday night, and chaos ensued. Life without Jeopardy! is not worth considering. The new box arrived early yesterday. Installation consisted of screwing in the cable feed; connecting a cable without frying anything; and plugging in the power. Oh, plus telling Comcast. Two hours later, I was still on the phone, following prompts, putting in information that proved to be wrong. Really, good times. Clare and I were supposed to go to the White Sox game against the Diamondbacks. We’d cancelled once already, and wouldn’t be getting another chance until next year. Only. I was on the phone, and the weather was iffy, and nobody wanted to get soaked. We rolled the dice and got there at for the bottom of the first. There were just enough people to make it not feel like a wake, just a bunch of longsuffering Sox fans come out for reasons best known to themselves. We sat thirteen rows behind the home dugout and got plenty of foul balls our way. Nothing we could snag, though Clare did snag a t-shirt thrown by one of those interns standing on top of the dugout between innings. Because my daughter is a dutiful child, she went up to customer relations to ask where we could buy a program; I was willing to spend $5-$10 in order to keep score. Lo and behold, Clare was handed a scorecard, just like from the old days, when they printed the lineup and everything. And it was free, unlike the $30 we spent on parking. As for the game, the Dead Sox only lost 3-0, an improvement over the 15-4 humiliation of the night before. Clare’s worried about Andrew Vaughn’s mental health. I wondered about Gavin Sheets’ stance. Neither of us said anything about the pitching. Just a bunch of guys handed the ball. Ted Lyons and Billy Pierce would not be impressed. We picked Leo up at daycare, then Michele from the train. Grandpa and grandson played with trucks after dinner. Short of a White Sox win, it ended up a pretty good day all the way around.