About Last Night

Clare and Chris went to the White Sox-Dodgers’ game last night, leaving the Katzenjammer Kids to sleep over. I’m pretty sure they didn’t burn down the house and our hair was already green before they stepped through the door. What an evening. After batting practice and hot dogs outside, we went in for lots of Bluey mixed in with baseball, so I could be wrong about some of what I saw, or think I saw. The White Sox beat the Dodgers, 8-2, before a packed house at the Rate. I think. I do know I wanted to shout some inappropriate words at the TV screen for how Sox starter Anthony Kay was pitching in the second inning—two runs in, two runners on, nobody out, then bases loaded one out after the second hit-by-pitch in the inning. Miracle of miracles, the Dodgers were done scoring. In fact, Kay and three relievers retired the last nineteen Los Angeles batters in a row. Leo cheered Andrew Benitendi’s first-inning homerun while I cheered Miguel Vargas and Chase Meidtroth picking up three hits. As for Tristan Peters, he tripled on pitch shoulder-high, driving in two runs. Way to go, young man. You squash that bug. Funny how quiet a house gets with the kids gone.