Thursday was our last full day in the Windy City, and once we finally rolled out of bed, we were en route for U.S. Cellular Field to take in a White Sox Game. Not that we’re Sox fans, mind you – they just happened to be playing the Angels, which my son considers “his” team.
Keith Cornelius, a friend of my son’s from Joliet (about 40
minutes away, where is also located the prison of “Blues Brothers” fame),
joined us for the day and the ensuing weekend. The two have been friends since high school; they met at the National Youth Leadership Forum on Medicine, which was held in Chicago, when Cole was a junior and Keith a sophomore.
While Cole is pursuing a career in paleontology, Keith is following a course of study to become a speech pathologist, with a special emphasis on premature babies and the special speech issues many such children face later on.
We took the Red Line to the gargantuan stadium, for what I believe was the hottest day on record. After 20 minutes in my seat, I already had a sunburn. For the most part, the game was three-up, three-down for both teams, but due to an unfortunate Angel error, the Sox skeezed by for a run, and the score was ultimately 1-0. But the experience of simply being at a Major League ballfield is one every individual should have at one time or another.
The exuberance of the crowd, the traditional organ riffs, the smell of brats
roasting, the crowd “waves” – all made for an enjoyable afternoon. I just wish
it had been a bit cooler! Chris and I left early, but Cole and Keith stuck it
out until the bitter end. (By the way, Major League Baseball tickets range in
price from $10 to around $300, but the experience is worth as much as the game itself.) My husband ate one of the brats, and deemed it superb.