Believe it or not, Pete and I were about to set our differences aside and go to the Cubs/Reds game today. Pete was given some pretty good tickets and, despite his affinity for the South Side, he never turns down a chance go to a baseball game wherever it’s being played. He graciously invited me to come along—needless to say, I was touched.
United by our disdain for “Mr. Toothpick,” Dusty Baker and his trusty wristbands, we were both looking forward to a day of heckling and heavy drinking. We even had side bets that included me paying for all of his beers if he showed up to Clark & Addison in one of those ridiculous bicycle rickshaws that permeate Wrigleyville. That would’ve made a perfect photo op for the blog.
But just as I was about to leave the house I received a text from Pete: “Hold up, this is no joke, I’m pretty sure Alexis is going into labor!” Stunned for a moment, my keen deduction skills eventually kicked in and I soon realized the “this is no joke” part meant he was serious. The game was off but obviously, there could be no better reason to have to bail out of a ball game than this.
While I had little doubt that the future “Frank Thomas Verniere,” “Kenneth Hawk Verniere” or, my personal favorite, “Juan Uribe Verniere” would be a born Sox fan, the fact the little one stopped daddy from attending a Cubs game absolutely sets it in stone.
All kidding aside, good luck Pete & Alexis—can’t wait to meet Chicago’s newest baseball fan!