Day 170 - Breakfast

And then Dave made waffles for breakfast Sunday morning before he, Thom and I headed up to Milwaukee to see the Brewers take on the Cardinals. And no, we didn't stay up all night swappin' manly stories. Beatles RockBand, yes. Manly stories, no . . .

Day 169 - People I Dig

Despite the cold, wind, and rain, Margie and Dave were excellent hosts at the White Sox game.

Day 168 - Late Night Snack

When all else fails, there's White Castle . . .

Day 167 - Ballpark Food

My Italian sausage and hot dog at the White Sox game . . . good, but not great.

Day 166 - Typos

I'm appalled that in the number-two television market in the country, these embarrassingly simple typos could occur in the same broadcast (shame on you, ABC7). For the record, "Tucson" is misspelled in the box in the top image, and the wrong movie is ID'd in the lower third in the bottom - and it's not like the correct title is behind the actress or anything.

Sloppy. Just plain sloppy.

Chicago White Sox - U.S. Cellular Field

First off, even though the official stadium name is U.S. Cellular Field, it bugs me to no end and I kept calling it Comiskey, its original name when it opened in 1991. It was the first of the "new" stadiums to be built, and, by a year, missed the retro trend that started when Camden Yards opened in Baltimore a year later. With that said, new Comiskey lacks any personality, character, or charm whatsoever, and seems as bland as the cookie-cutter stadiums of the 1970's that popped up in Philadelphia, St. Louis, Pittsburgh, and Cincinnati. Out in front is a rather ugly statue honoring the 2005 World Series championship team, but doesn't really add much to the stadium atmosphere. The food was passable, but not memorable. The scoreboard was poorly laid out, with lots of wasted space, and hard to read. Even the iconic pinwheels atop it, along with the fireworks - a carryover from old Comiskey, seemed lost and wasted among all the giant billboards.

Day 165 - Jeppson's Malört

Dave had a bottle of Jeppson's Malört in his man-cave / basement bar; every first-time visitor had to have a shot. I will say in my defense, (A) I am not a lightweight when it comes to drinking, and (B) this was one of the ugliest-tasting things I have ever had...hence my and Thom's expressions.