Not Cubs 7
Astros 2
submitted by Neil T.
I can’t tell you how much I’ve dreaded this recap. Usually a couple of weeks before a Friday I check the schedule and see who’s up and then over the course of the two weeks I think about what I’m going to write. Some stuff is obvious. If the Stros are playing the Rangers, I’m going to let the governor write the recap. If it’s the Angels, I’m thinking about Astrolena. If it’s Seattle . . . I just let the hatred burn.
But the White Sox? The only thing I can say about the White Sox is that they’re the other team from Chicago. Yeah, they faced off against the Stros in the 2005 World Series, but the White Sox were just some random AL team, and it was a long time ago.
We’re in San Antonio for my son’s college graduation, and last night we had a family dinner, Andy, Austin, Grandma, Kris, and me at a place called Gwendolyn’s. The place is a farm to table place: “we buy a whole unbutchered animal and hang it in the closet, where we gather around its carcass to plan our menus. We not only buy from local farmers, we are on a first name basis with the vegetables on our menu.” On the way down I’d had too much brisket in Luling, but the dinner was good. We shared a couple of bottles of an excellent Portuguese vinho verde–I think it may be the best summer white wine for Texas, cool and crisp and just the right amount of dry, plus it’s still pretty cheap–and they had this really cool coffee service using a Bunsen burner and a German syphon. One of the restaurant’s conceits is that they don’t use machines, no mixers, blenders, sous vides, or coffee makers. It was kind of cool. They do use refrigerators, because I could see one from our table.
The wait staff had a lot of tattoos and got our bill wrong. I guess it’s hard to add stuff up when you have to use an abacus. They were earnest though, and it was nice to see how they shared the work at the tables. I’d recommend the place for family dinners at college graduations. Every now and then during dinner I’d check my phone for the score, and I followed the game a bit into the 6th when McHugh fell apart. Then I had more wine.
This morning I got up and read through the Game Zone. It seemed particularly ugly. The other team from Chicago won, and I’ve got nothing else to say about the White Sox.