Wow, that ballpark is really empty. Either everyone has already left or the fanbase is really religious and they all went to church today and stayed late.
Once again, I take a 30 minute nap and wake up to the Tigers having scored four runs. When I’m unconscious good things happen. It’s like waking up and going downstairs in August to find a Christmas tree in the living room with presents beneath it that are not socks.
Balls dropping in, fouls that stay fair, yeah, right now the probability goddess is on the Sox side. Glad we got out of that inning unscathed, though. Her love is fickle.
In all fairness, the White Sox have to rise to the occasion occasionally. The goddess of statistical probability demands it. But I am looking forward to a lot of Tigers butt slapping in the next couple innings on second base and maybe some balls hit into the stands that are not foul.
“Feels like 101°.” That’s pretty tough at guaranteed rate field. After having countless weeks of 100° plus weather and smoky skies from forest and range fires it’s only 67° in Boise Idaho today and the sky is clear and it’s freaking awesome and I don’t have Covid anymore.
Even I feel bad for the White Sox players and their fan base because I’m not intrinsically cruel. But I don’t care enough to see the White Sox win either of the next two games.