Yesterday, during her
Saturday class at Northwestern (continuing ed being one of the perks of working
for Chicago’s Big 10 school) and lunch, Clare and I texted over the state of White
Sox prospect Louis Robert. My daughter
can’t figure out how Robert sprained his thumb on a feet-first slide into
second base. Neither can I.
Last night, I called to
tell her I saw the video of Robert injuring himself, which induced more
head-scratching. We also discussed Eloy
Jimenez, acquired by the Sox in the Jose Quintana deal; Jimenez pinch-hit a two-run
homer on an 0-2 count with two out in the eighth inning for his new team
against his old team, a sure way to become a fan favorite on the South
Side. Then we talked about a couple of
other things, one of which may have been about today.
As soon as I finish
here, I’ll be driving Michele to Clare’s first wedding shower. However did this happen? But it has, and I’m thankful for the way
everything has come together, like a rebuild only infinitely better.
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