My son, Will, and I went to the White Sox game Wednesday determined not to spend a single penny that would make its way to Jerry Reinsdorf’s pocket. And it worked!
For those of you who scoff that this is possible, it went like this:
Will bought the tickets through a third party as a Christmas present, long before single-game tickets were even on sale, so we’re very confident it wasn’t the Sox pretending to be someone else.
He’s staying near the Goodman Theatre, where he’s in The Cherry Orchard (plug, plug), and we ate lunch downtown before heading to the GuRF.