my friend from work calls and says, "hey, let's go to Wrigley and scalp bleacher tickets tonight...it's a beautiful night, etc. etc."
Long story short, I had a lovely dinner at SportsCorner.
I would never doubt that somebody who invited me to a game would have checked to see if there was, in fact, a game. There were 3 of us and we assigned blame 80-10-10.
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