Mark Buehrle threw a perfect game yesterday for the Sox.
A perfect game.
That's like seeing a unicorn or Bigfoot or something.
Yep, the stars aligned for him yesterday, the Sox beat the Tampa Bay Rays 5 zip, and I got to see the 9th inning by accident in huge Sox Fan Dave Baker's office.
He's an editor, and those guys are kind of genius guys surrounded with equipment including large tv screens.
Soon as I walked in it looked like I jinxed the whole deal because that one guy hit a homer.
But because of one of the greatest catches you'll ever see from Dewayne Wise, it never made it out of the park.
So, that's Mark Buehrle's perfect day and I'm sure you've seen and read all about it.
Me?
Why I got in a cab and tried to get back to the Aon Center, which is right next to the Chicago Hyatt, at the exact moment that the President of the United States was arriving.
At the Hyatt.
We're tooling along and suddenly 4 cop cars swing into the intersection in front of us, lights flashing.
They jump out all grimacing and say we can't go that way.
What the hell?
"I know a way." says Cabbie.
We plunge into the depths of lower Wacker, where there are a number of layers and ramps and you can drive down far enough where the sun doesn't ever shine and strange toxic reptiles lurk.
And it was like a comedy.
A ramp or an intersection would be open, and then the cops would fly into position and block us off.
Pretty soon we're down in cement and swampland at the bottom of the lowest ramp you can get to.
"You can walk from here." says Cabbie.
So I'm pissed, but there's not much I can do - we're at the bottom of the labyrinth and cops are everywhere not letting us go where we want to.
I get permission from one of the cops to walk up the ramp.
Takes me forever to get to the very bottom of my building, and the entrance to the garage that I park in every day.
Ahhh, FINALLY.
A friendly face - it's the guard who waves goodbye to me when I leave late every night.
He smiles and says, "You can't walk in this door."
"But you know me. I'm that guy you wave to every night when I leave late. My car is right down there."
"You'll have to go another way."
And an unpleasant stream of the worst kind of language flew out of my mouth with such force that I spit my gum by accident.
It was actually kinda funny.
We both watched it tumble through space til it hit the ground.
So that's how my stars were aligned.
Anyway, good for you, Mark.
