CHICAGO (Round 2, ding ding)
It was pretty easy for Kanye... but he lives the "good life."
However, I think we all felt that (after that legendary night we had at Wrigleyville) Chicago was our home away from home - at least for this trip.
It was a little harder to walk into U.S. Cellular Field (more properly known as Comiskey Park) with the same feel. The traffic and the deep dish pizza was still the same, but there was still a lot to expect out of the world's greatest cities... and one of its rowdiest baseball crowds.
With former Blue Jay Alex Rios (only 2 weeks removed) on the White Sox roster, we recieved a death threat before the first pitch. It helped us that in the first three innings, the Puerto Rican pop-up master grounded into a double play, botched a center field pop-up, and then got thrown out at third on a baserunning error.
He made up for it with a triple later, and the Sox (riding a couple of timely home runs) went on to an 8-7 win against the Kansas City Royals.
It was our first ride on the Chicago train system, which took us through the heart of America's coal mining facilities (there was so much Bethlehem, you could see Jesus smiling).
It was also our first view of the downtonw Chicago skyline, which is an amazing sight. The highrises shoot up from almost nowehere - it's almost mind-boggling to think that both Al Capone and Julia Roberts in "My Best Friend's Wedding" have both walked those streets.
I'm kidding... that movie sucks...
It was an early night, complete with a little more deep dish and a little more beer. It was probably our final stop with polish sausage, as well, which is a little bit upsetting.
Additionally, we were greeted at our hotel (post-game) with the news that Brett Favre will probably be returning to the Vikings (by the time I post this, he has already practiced with them and joined the team, officially). Even though I am a Vikings fan, I must say that this has been the most shameful personal performances I have seen by an individual athlete over the past couple of years. Although I hate to waste my precious finger energy on him, it's become the time that Brett needs to stop excusing his lame insecurities for the fact that he loves to play baseball.
I'm sure most people forget that when he was drafted by the Atlanta Falcons, he was too drunk to wake up for his team's roster photo.
Anyway... we love Chicago, and we'll see you all again very soon. When the Levee Breaks.
