Great day for Chicago White Sox pitcher Mark Buerhle this past Thursday, what with that perfect game and all. However, as a result of his effort, five of us got quite wet when we got caught out in a rain storm on the Chain of Lakes here in northeastern Illinois.
Kevin and Kelly, Frank, Liz and I had decided to go boating even though the forecast called for significant rainfall. We cruised from Fox Lake, through Petite and Bluff Lakes, stopped at the Sand Bar on Lake Marie, then the Thirsty Turtle on Channel Lake.
We decided to go to one last place on a channel off Channel Lake, Choppers. The Sox game was on. I heard Hawk Harrelson say that Buerhle had retired all 20 batters he'd faces, so started watching. We agreed that we'd stay until Tampa Bay got a hit.
Well, they didn't, and even though it was clouding up and getting dark, we had to stay. By end of the eighth, it was pouring. No way we could leave now. Unfortunately, the reception went out for the first out, and what an out as we saw on the replay.
Two more outs and the 18th perfect game in Major League Baseball's history.
Waited until the rain let up and boarded a soaking boat. Unfortunately, the storm backtracked and we got soaked the rest of the way back to Fox Lake.
Thanks a Lot, Mark, But It Was Worth It. --RoadDog
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