What is there to dislike about the White Sox? They are probably the best baseball story of this season.
My father was scouted by the Sox when he was in high school. Even though I don't follow baseball now, I grew up watching White Sox games in mostly Cubby territory. So I have a soft spot for them and hope they take it.
Owen and I got to sit down with my Dad Saturday night and watch the game. It was so incredible. Dad told me how, when he was in high school in 1959, they brought in television sets into the study halls to watch the Sox in the World Series so that kids wouldn't skip school to watch the game.
OMG total yummy grapefruit. IS YUM!
>"I've been through the desert on a cat with two tongues..."
For some reason, I am now imagining the cat hopping along on the two tongues, instead of on its feet...
Why? It's still an acting credit.
In my gut, it isn't. It's a game, not a show.
And I'll admit that the problem is probably with my gut. Like a sculpture I once saw being put up -- chicken wire base, covered with plaster. Intellectually, I knew it was art. But my rural-upbringing gut kept saying that it was chicken wire -- which you use for chicken coops, not art.
Hooray for Gothic Charm School! Love it.
Dad told me how, when he was in high school in 1959, they brought in television sets into the study halls to watch the Sox in the World Series so that kids wouldn't skip school to watch the game.
That's awesome.
OMG total yummy grapefruit. IS YUM!
Dagnabbit, I meant to bring in a grapefruit. PS: Why are they called that? Where's the grape?
all your grapefruits are belong to me.
Hooray for Gothic Charm School! Love it.
What Jesse said! Nice to have that back, Jilli!
I know I've read most of the GSC pieces before, and lord knows I'm not a Goth (although someone recently described my tattoo as Goth -- I was like, yeah, not so much), but I could read it ALL DAY LONG. Advice columns really are my biggest comfort reading.
all your grapefruits are belong to me.
Bah.
Flea, I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing in class. Horse with No Name jokes may be one of those categories that never get old.
Not that we should test it.
Yay for GCS! Stuff to read in class!