My nephew Bryan, one of Gerry and Judy's boys, picks me up, or maybe better, rescues me from the pleasant panhandlers of Canal St. in front of Union Station, and we are off to see the White Sox play the Twins.We have great seats, 5 rows from the field behind home plate, courtersy of another nephew, Tim, Russ's boy, of Kannapolis Intimidators fame. As you can see to the left, this is a pretty snazzy scoreboard.
Good idea this nephew notion. Not only is it a splendid field with all kinds of goodies on the multi-paned scoreboard, and good seats too, but the White Sox pitcher, Gavin Floyd, is really on and takes a no-hitter into the ninth before Joe Mauer gets a double. Earlier the official scorer had given a hit to a ball that the left fielder should have caught. Apparently he got enough feedback to change his mind an inning or two later especially when Floyd hadn't given up a real hit in 5 innings. This is how close we were to home plate; and the dugout was just to our right.
The Twins did not look good tonight. Did I mention that I spent the afternoon at the Art Institute? A good reason to like cities and especially Chicago. That is one of the famous lions guarding the entrance on Michigan Avenue. They had a special exhibit on Winslow Homer and Edward Hopper, in addition to all the fabulous French impressionists in their regular collection. And Grant Wood's iconic "American Gothic" too. Whew. An afternoon is not enough. They are building a large addition for more contemporary stuff.
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