Tyler
Saladino went three for four again last night from the nine spot in the batting
order, in case anyone cared to sift through the college football news and NFL
predictions. I did. Way to go, Tyler.
After
my in-season morning ritual of Fiber One and the box scores (eat one, read the
other), I dragged the dog for her walk; she’s a basset hound, that’s how it
works. Our neighbor across the street,
who happens to be Puerto Rican, was out taking pictures of his front porch; I
imagine they went on Facebook. He has
these two cement lions, one for each porch pedestal at the base of the
stairs. They’re adorned with Bears’
scarves every game day. The irony here
is that the most unworthy professional sports’ team in the city has the widest
demographic draw. Go figure.
On Friday, the White
Sox had their annual “Half Way to St. Patrick’s Day” promotion. Without forgetting the last syllable in my
family name, I second that emotion.
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