Safe

Michele took the week off to help the new mother and child, so I came over for dinner last night, and everyone watched the White Sox game afterwards. I heartily recommend my wife’s stuffed shells. For close to two hours, Leo Joseph slept in the cruck of my left arm. He didn’t see Jake Lamb hit a three-run homer in the second or Jose Abreu match Lamb in the fourth. That’s OK, there’ll be time enough to cheer our heroes. Leo Joseph also rested throughout Chris Bassitt’s ordeal, which started when Brian Goodwin hit him in the right cheek with a line drive moving at 100.1 mph. Bassitt crumpled to the ground and had to be carted off the field. After that, the homeruns and Reynaldo Lopez’s unexpected return to form felt anticlimactic, as did the 9-0 win over Oakland. Bassitt will need surgery for the fracture in his cheek, but his vision appears to be unaffected; I guess that’s the best you could hope for. That, and for such a thing never to happen to the creature nestled alongside you.