May 12th, 1998

Tuesday May 12th, 1998
Anahiem Angels 2 @ Chicago White Sox 5
Stadium: Comiskey Park
Current: Same with different name (U.S. Cellular Field)
Gas: no gas today
Logding: Chicago, IL

Today was another day to sleep in. We woke up, lounged around the house, and set out again on the el to downtown Chicago. This time we headed to the shores of Lake Michigan. We thought about going the aquiriam, but that cost money. We found out that the Adler Planitarium is free on Tuesdays...and it was Tuesday. The Chicago Bears Soldier Field is right there as well. So after the planitarium, we walked over to the stadium to see if we could get a view. We found an open gate and decided to walk in. We really didn't see much of the field, but we did get to walk around the bowels of Soldier Field.

We than headed to the game. There was a threat of rain before the game and it did sprinkle a little. Not enough though to cause any delays. Comiskey is in the south side of Chicago. Surrounding it on all sides are high rise low-income apartments aka "the projects". When you look out from the stands, you stare at this high rise buildings and see black streaks above windows, evidence that there has been fires there. We also occasionally heard gun shots ring out during the game. The best story from this game was when we were walking around the stadium prior to the game snapping all of our pictures of the stadium. on the back side, the fence backs up right to some low-income housing. There were 2 small boys standing there yelling at people as they walked by through the hole in the fence that they were selling papers. Both being the newspaper fans that we are, Brian and I headed over there to see what and how much they were selling. We both looked at the paper and it appeared to have fake headlines. Not wanting to spend any money on a fake paper, I politely said no thanks and walked away. Brian however, did not back away so easy. They continued to pester him. Remember, there was a fence seperating the two of us and all he had to do was simply walk away. But he didn't. The 2 boys kept pestering him and you could see Brian getting this look on his face that he had to buy this paper. So finally, he got his wallet out and paid $1 for the paper. I remember seeing the look on the kid's face, essentially saying "I can't believe we actually got some sucker to buy one of these papers."
With fake newspaper in hand, we then started to head to our seats. The newspaper was called "The Onion." At the time, we did not know the brilliance that we had come across. We just thought Brian had been snookered into buying some cheap newspaper from some little kids hustling us. Only in time did we know that we actually held one of the funniest pieces of journalism available.