Take me out

#4 Daughter keeps me up on NY Times, sends me this about 7–11 shenanigans in the coming championship season:

It is not easy to conjure $500,000 out of the ether, but the Chicago White Sox have discovered a way. Their financial trick was really quite simple.

They changed their evening game times at U.S. Cellular Field.

No more 7:05 p.m. or 7:35 p.m. games, of which there are about 50. They will all begin, for the next three seasons, at 7:11 p.m., courtesy of 7-Eleven, the convenience store giant, which will pay the team an average of a half-million dollars a year to be the name behind the time.

Regarding which #4 says:

I wonder if Slurpees will now be sold at the park.
Hey, they have the guy with the margarita back pack,
so how far off can it be?

Then Daddy:

Slip gin into a Slurpee and you have an instant winner in the left field
bleachers, for sure.

The wit coruscates sometimes, does it not?

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