On Sunday, Bill’s research group (and their significant others) was treated to a baseball game in Chicago: White Sox vs. Red Sox. It was a mild summer day, although it felt hot hot hot with the sun beating down on us for 3 hours. We were rooting for the Red Sox (of course), and we thought we had it in the bag when after the first two innings we were up 3 runs to 0. But, sadly, it wasn’t the Red Sox’s day, and the White Sox beat us out 6 to something. (Hey, give me a break. At least I was paying enough attention to know who won.)
Bill and Gretchen cooking
our good friends Tiffany and Tyler cooking
the action: Red Sox up to bat
And, alas, we didn’t have the cash for extravagancies like peanuts and cracker jacks. We stuck with the essentials: beer and hot dogs.
Magrilless 
Where’s the pic of the good Dr? Is he the one on the field playing?
No, he’s probably beating a kid up in the bathroom for looking happy.
OK, you made me laugh…