Sure,Sure, sure, we could follow a month gallivanting around Europe, far from the weary woeful world of the White Sox, by joining the crowd jumping on the incompetence of the Sox organization, the terrible level of play, the abominably awful division they play in, and all that stuff, which will undoubtedly happen in due course. But first, a break, topping off a new month with a tally of toppers.
Permit an explanation.
My wife and I spent most of May jaunting around Europe, first a week in Spain, then a week on a big sailing ship in the Mediterranean, and then a week in Ireland.