Jim, Dale and I drove from work to the Hillside Shopping Center where we met Pete Ekstrom. Pete took us to the Rosebud Italian Restaurant for supper. We enjoyed a leisurley and delightful supper and got the Comiskey Park just before the first pitch. The game was dull, so Jim and I entertained ourselves by watching the Nighthawks wheeling overhead in the glow from the stadium lights. In the bottom of the sixth inning, we went to the upper deck. We watched the next half inning from the third row from the railing, then climbed all the way to the top row and watched half an inning from there. It wasn’t a bad view if you don’t mind looking at very tiny ballplayers. The stands are very steep, so we weren’t far back from the field — just high up.
This was Bo Jackson’s second game as a White Sox after his recovery from last fall’s football injury. He went 0 for 4 and walked with a limp.
Pete was tired and asked if we would leave after the seventh inning. We didn’t really want to, but we were his guests and so we did. Dale had a pocket radio and kept us up to date on what was happening as we walked down the ramps and across the parking lot so we could keep score. I was home by 10:30 and still full of rigatoni. The White Sox lost 8-0.
I saw five White Sox games during their first season at their new stadium. They lost all five by a combined score of 47-14.