My younger daughter and I went to this game with a group from our church. It was supposed to be a junior-high social, but only 12 showed up — and that included me, one of the pastors and his young son and some other parents. My daughter hung around with the only other girl and I sat with the pastor. It was chilly, but not miserably so. Our seats were in the upper deck, just beyond third base.
The White Sox came from behind with a run in the eighth and another in the ninth to win 4-3. There was a fireworks show after the game, so we didn’t get home until 12:45 am.