The White Sox lost today, 6-5 to the Padres, but you will have to find the sordid and celebratory details elsewhere.
Instead of watching an abuser pitch for the White Sox today, I cleaned some mold off of my roof shingles. Not fun detail, to be sure. It was ladder work rather than roof, and I’m not sure which is more treacherous. Last time I was on the roof, my older neighbor spent the duration (unsolicited) keeping an eye on me, thinking I was going to roll off into the bushes, or something. Dunno, maybe he was secretly hoping for a viral moment; neighbors can be a little complicated.