6-2, need I say more?

If the Tigers come in town to play the White Sox and I don't get to a game, I feel guilty - like I'm not a true fan. My brother and I made plans to go to a game, but when I double booked myself for the evening, I had to bail on him - leaving last night the only option to see my boys from Motown.

Karen (who I'm convinced is a Tiger's fan at heart) and I had a little adventure last night...

First, we scalped tickets (gasp) - which was a good option. We got tickets for 1/2 the face price!

Then, we had the biggest, messiest brats and italian sausage the ball park had to offer.

When we arrived at our seats and the game started, we immediately likened our situation to the movie "Fever Pitch". We were surrounded by season ticket holders who all knew each other by name, bought rounds of beer for one another, and talked White Sox history.

Even though it drizzled on and off the whole game, it was well worth sitting completely surrounded by Sox fans - especially when the Tigers scored 3 runs in the first inning and won 6-2!!

Chicaaago...

I love Chicago. I can't believe I've been here for over 2 1/2 years, especially since my move here was supposedly "just until I figure out what I really want to do". God's had other plans.

As I was going through my pictures for a project I'm working on, I found these and thought I'd share....

The skyline from a boat

"The Bean" in Millennium Park

Walking back from Columbus Park, near my school,
with Brittany, Jackie, Michelle and Andre