Friday, May 23
We drove to Beloit, WI to see the Beloit Snappers play the Burlington Bees. The stadium was crappy, the food was crappy and the baseball was crappy. We had fried cheese curds...more like cheese turds. They sucked bad. It was like chewing on bad tasting rubber. Thank God for the Pepsi products or all would have been lost. Anyway, click any photo in this post or the Memorial Day 2008 (Chicago) link to the right to see all of our photos from the trip.
Saturday, May 24
On to Rockford, IL to see the Rockford River Hawks play the Windy City Thunderbolts. The stadium was MUCH better than the one in Beloit and this isn't even a MLB affiliated team. We gorged ourselves on a pepperoni and Italian sausage stuffed pizza at Giordano's before going so we only had a Dr. Pepper. Thus, I cannot comment on the food. There was a Culver's booth, so it couldn't have been all bad.
Sunday, May 25
We got up at 5:30 a.m. to go down to Lake Shore Drive to "Bike the Drive" with 25,000 of our closest friends. I don't own a bike, nor have I ridden one in seven years, therefore, I do not own a helmet. Although they are optional, I was afraid to hurt my melon, thus quashing potential future genius, so I bought one that I'll probably never use again.
Julia's brother, Peter the Great, lives on Belmont (very close to LSD) so we got on there and rode down to Grant Park. I think I did fairly well for being 135 years old and not having ridden a bikes in 2,555 days. However, the Grim Reaper tried to lay his bony mits upon my shoulder as I pedaled up the steep incline of the bridge crossing the Chicago River at Wacker Drive. I had to pull off to the side and sit a spell to recuperate before continuing. I was within mere breaths of vomiting or an imploding lung and no one cared or even looked to their right to see the crumpled mass that was my soon-to-be corpse. Death was imminent.
Julia was slower than me, except for the bridge thing, and made the journey uninterrupted...damn her. While not an Olympic gymnast or Tour de France rider, she has at least looked at a bike more recently than I.
See video of our journey to hell and back below:
That's it for now, until we do something else stupid or potentially deadly.
We drove to Beloit, WI to see the Beloit Snappers play the Burlington Bees. The stadium was crappy, the food was crappy and the baseball was crappy. We had fried cheese curds...more like cheese turds. They sucked bad. It was like chewing on bad tasting rubber. Thank God for the Pepsi products or all would have been lost. Anyway, click any photo in this post or the Memorial Day 2008 (Chicago) link to the right to see all of our photos from the trip.
Saturday, May 24
On to Rockford, IL to see the Rockford River Hawks play the Windy City Thunderbolts. The stadium was MUCH better than the one in Beloit and this isn't even a MLB affiliated team. We gorged ourselves on a pepperoni and Italian sausage stuffed pizza at Giordano's before going so we only had a Dr. Pepper. Thus, I cannot comment on the food. There was a Culver's booth, so it couldn't have been all bad.
Sunday, May 25
We got up at 5:30 a.m. to go down to Lake Shore Drive to "Bike the Drive" with 25,000 of our closest friends. I don't own a bike, nor have I ridden one in seven years, therefore, I do not own a helmet. Although they are optional, I was afraid to hurt my melon, thus quashing potential future genius, so I bought one that I'll probably never use again.Julia's brother, Peter the Great, lives on Belmont (very close to LSD) so we got on there and rode down to Grant Park. I think I did fairly well for being 135 years old and not having ridden a bikes in 2,555 days. However, the Grim Reaper tried to lay his bony mits upon my shoulder as I pedaled up the steep incline of the bridge crossing the Chicago River at Wacker Drive. I had to pull off to the side and sit a spell to recuperate before continuing. I was within mere breaths of vomiting or an imploding lung and no one cared or even looked to their right to see the crumpled mass that was my soon-to-be corpse. Death was imminent.
Julia was slower than me, except for the bridge thing, and made the journey uninterrupted...damn her. While not an Olympic gymnast or Tour de France rider, she has at least looked at a bike more recently than I.
See video of our journey to hell and back below:
That's it for now, until we do something else stupid or potentially deadly.
