A day 12 years in the making

Tomorrow marks the culmination of nearly 12 years worth of careful planning and patient waiting for the stars to align and social schedules to open up. Despite several moves from the Midwest to the east coast and back, the dream never faded and refused to die.

Despite the odds being stacked against us and the gods of baseball scheduling trying their best to crush our dream, Frank the Tank and I will finally achieve our boyhood dreams of attending both a White Sox and a Cubs game in the same day.

While on the surface this seems like a simple enough proposition, it's been difficult to coordinate, going back to our years in high school. Sure, while there was a time that getting your hands on day-of-game tickets for either team was pretty easy for either ballclub (even if you were a poor, dirtbag high school student with a part time job) the schedules never seemed to add up for us.

So, tomorrow, we'll be at the Sox game in the afternoon, grab a quick bite up the Red Line and finish the evening in Wrigleyville. There was a quick discussion on sports talk this evening about the rowdy fan portion of the equation with countless other fans who will follow the same gameplan, but adding a degree of difficulty by getting plowed on the South Side and unleashing hell on the backyard gardens of the North Side.

From where I'm standing, the more verbal abuse thrown at Corey Patterson, the better. You know, to make him sad that he's not playing in Chicago anymore.

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