Nathan and I were out at Buffalo Wild Wings tonight sitting underneath a giant television showing the Blackhawks/Sharks game, like about five of their other televisions. I don't remember what was on any of the others. But there was one TV at the back of the restaurant that I could see over Nathan's shoulder and what was playing on that particular set made me giddy.
It was an exhibition White Sox game. The long dark winter is almost over. Spring is almost here. Thank God for baseball.