Sunday, July 05, 2009

Ankles and food.

Day 3 here in Chicago... just paying ECB back for three months of squatting a couple of years ago. I think the score is evening up fast.

On my way back from the Cubs game on Friday — the Cubbies won on the always-exciting tenth-inning bases-loaded walk — I did something to my left ankle. I have no idea what I did to it... I didn't awkwardly step on a homeless dude, I didn't kick a dog, I didn't shove my foot into a shoe-polisher. All I know is that it hurts like hell, and when I ventured out yesterday to conquer a Chicago-style hot dog for the first time, I got half a block and had to turn around and hobble back. This blows.

However, I will not be denied this hot dog. I've heard good things about the tube-steaks in this town, and come hell or high water, I'm gonna get one; to quote the signs that Cub fans put in their windows, "It's Gonna Happen". There will also be some deep dish pizza, obviously, but apparently at a place other than Giordano's. Then, on to Milwaukee and some Secret Stadium Sauce, and of course Calgary.

Be kind to your ankles, folks. You need 'em for stuff.

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