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One of the benefits of living in a large city with two baseball teams is that there ought to always be a game in town. Yes, there are times when they're both gone, but the reward for that is the times they're both here, allowing for a Doubleday, my old Reader pal Dave Jones's label for when the Cubs are at Wrigley Field in the afternoon and the White Sox are home as well in the evening, or vice versa, enabling aficionados to see both in one day.
True, we had that earlier this month, but we also had a weekend without baseball earlier this season.
So what are we supposed to do, go to the Air & Water Show?
When my brother had his boat in Diversey Harbor, we once went out on the lake during the Air & Water Show, but otherwise not only have I never been, I don't even know anyone who ever has. Who are all those people packing the lakefront?
Besides, the one joy I know from the Air & Water Show is when the jets buzz the ballparks, as they once did to Mark Grace. Not this weekend.
The one thing I absolutely refuse to do is go see a Bears exhibition game. I know this is a Bears town, but the football season doesn't begin for me until the baseball season ends.
So on those terms it's a lost weekend.