This is how my
Sunday went: morning at the Art Institute; afternoon on the exercycle with the
White Sox game on the TV; evening on the couch, to watch the Bears-Packers’
game. It’s what you might call the good,
the bad and the ugly.
Because culture
is too important to leave to snobs, I put on my San Francisco Seals’ jacket and
made my way downtown to the Art Institute; Michele and I didn’t want to miss
the John Singer Sargent show that’s closing in a few weeks. How to put this? Sargent painted portraits the way some people
are said to be able to look into other people’s souls. Paint, pigment and brushstrokes were all
means to an end for Sargent. He put
everything into the face of his subjects, whether innocence or arrogance or some
quality in between. I only wonder what
Sargent could have done with Jerry Reinsdorf sitting for him.
We were home in
plenty of time for me to watch the Sox lose their fifth straight, 1-0 to the
Angels. The loss of Michael Kopech seems
to have “Ricky’s boys” way down. I’d
say, “Wait till next year,” but I’m not sure next year will be much better. These are the times that…
And then we have
the Bears, ahead 17-0 at halftime up in Green Bay. Mitch Trubisky looked like an NFL quarterback;
new coach Matt Nagy did a nice Bill Walsh imitation; and linebacker Khalil Mack
was a revelation with a forced fumble, a fumble recovery and a pick-six. Then something happened. Either the Bears brought back John Fox or Aaron
Rodgers returned from an injury that sidelined him in the second quarter. After a little Rodgers’ magic, the Packers
won, 24-23.
Oh, well. I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. Sargent.
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