I was there, in Lot B, attending a tailgate party hosted by some friends of mine. I was in my element. The sun was trying to peek through the overcast clouds, and I filled my lungs with deep breaths of spring air, tinged by the smell of grilled onions. I was reunited with — and introduced to — many folks in my White Sox Twitter family. Sure, the White Sox lost, and Michael Kopech looked absolutely horrible, giving up what seemed to be about 52 home runs.
But on that day, it didn’t matter that much to me.