Reprieve

Michele and I had tickets to the theatre yesterday afternoon, as we are very cultured baseball fans.  On the way to War Paint (starring Patti LuPone and Christine Ebersole), I had the car radio tuned to the White Sox game.  This one was the completion of Saturday’s contest, which had been suspended after eight innings due to rain.  Lo and behold, Adam Eaton drives in Avi Garcia just as I’m ready to pull into the parking garage across from the Goodman Theater.  That means nothing worse than a split on the day.

Three hours later, after a very enjoyable time watching two Broadway HOFers perform, I find out closer David Robertson gives up not one, not two, but three solo shots in the top of the ninth inning, yet the Sox win in the bottom of the ninth, this time Eaton scoring the winning run.

Chris Sale gets suspended five games, I put on Sunday airs (and good pants), the Sox take two from the Tigers as they prepare for four games against the Cubs.  Sometimes, you have to pick and choose your way to happiness.