Howdy friends, it’s your pal BeefLoaf, enjoying the MLB playoffs and thinking about our White Sox. Today I want to talk about “Competitive Advantage“, for those curious, the definition of this term from Dictionary.com is as follows a condition or circumstance that puts a company in a favorable or superior business position.
As I scan this here MLB playoffs or even think back about the good teams of the last decade or so, it got me wondering. What will the White Sox competitive advantage be when they are back in contention? Over the last several years, you have seen teams that make the playoffs multiple times take advantage of various things that made them successful. Rays and Pirates of recent playoff vintage both took advantage of undervalued defensive players and methods of measuring defense, shifting on defense and utilizing their pitchers to deploy that defense. Dodgers and Cubs took advantage of the fact that there is no luxury tax partaining to the front office and loaded theirs with several folks who would be GM’s spread across the league. The Red Sox took advantage of the international player pool, even getting themselves in a wee bit of trouble along the way in doing so……etc, etc.
Now the first answer that rolls off the tongue for most learned White Sox fans will be that Don Cooper and Herm Schneider are the White Sox competitive advantage, and maybe they were for the last excellent White Sox teams, the 2005-2008 group. But truth be told, most teams are spending buckets of money on research into this stuff, in fact the Cubs right across town appear to have gotten as good as our guys at keeping their starting pitchers healthy with a mix of diet, mental health coaching and alternative workout routines (pilates, yoga, etc). Even the Dodgers decided, fuck health! We’ll just sign as many injury prone starting pitchers as we can, since they aren’t too expensive and we’ll play games with the 10 day DL so we can basically have Kershaw + an additional 7 man rotation where the rested/healthiest guys always pitch. Nope, the White Sox are going to have to figure out a different competitive advantage and you can bet your ass someone will write a book about it well after it is done…..Here’s a few ideas, fresh from a soak in the hot tub…..
The Royals and Giants of recent vintage as well as the current Astros are utilizing this to their advantage, making more contact, ie striking out less than the rest. I am on the fence if this is actually their mode, as even though they are drafting and acquiring players with lower strike out rates than their power profiles, the White Sox have two key players that strike out prodigiously (Moncada and Anderson). It may just be a risk mitigation tactic to draft gobs of players that don’t strike out as much to offset these two (as well as some other risk minor league profiles), but the fact that it has worked very well over the last ~10 years or so does seem to lay some credence to it.
What Say You? Got some thoughts on the White Sox competitive advantage? Hit me up on the Twitter machine.
Hi friends, it’s your buddy BeefLoaf. In the past few hours I have seen various fb posts, tweets, etc of one of the most exhilirating half innings in White Sox history. Those of you in the know, simply call it the “El Duque inning”, but for those not in the know it was White Sox vs Red Sox, at Fenway, game 3 of the ALDS, bottom of the 6th inning, our White Sox clinging to a 1 run lead and the bases loaded with nobody out when Orlando Hernandez entered the game. Hernandez was a starting pitcher during the season, but was clearly the 5th starter so his only role on the playoff roster would be coming outta the pen and who knows how much he’d actually get used considering how damn good that pen was during the season.
I was a mere 27 year old when the El Duque inning occurred, and more accurately, I was closing the books on my first job out of college…………literally that day. I mean, I had a box with my shit in it leaving my old job. Unlike Chorizy-E, who started off his post college career working for a well known Chicago record label (ask him about it, he has some great stories) before finding his career….and also unlike MySoxSummer who spent a decade or so in Arizona and Cali groovin’, before coming back to Chicago to start up his current life…..I went straight into my trade out of college. I went right from a lax senior year college schedule to Public Accounting (and studying for the CPA and all that bullshit). Most of you don’t know anything about Public Accounting and most of you probably don’t care, but Public Accounting is a right of passage for young accountants. Here’s the deal, the firm will beat the ever loving shit outta you, piling on hours (and in my case weight) and in return, you’ll get to put that and a variety of very helpful skills on your resume. I bit, for 5 years……..Now, you have two choices, at some point, stay with it and hope to get on the partner track, which will eventually get you paid righteously OR go into industry and trade some hours for some of your life back. I chose Industry. So, October 7, 2005 was one of the happiest days of my life already when I was listening to the White Sox on the radio and packing up my shit to move on with my life. Being who I am, I made a good faith effort to put in a full day, but goddamnit, my White Sox were in the playoffs and there is no reason not to get to a local saloon and catch what’s left of the game. I reached out to Chorizy and sure enough they were going to get to a bar close to my office (which was in River North) so that I could meet them whenever I got out. The bottom of the 6th inning was starting, so it was time to bolt. I walked with all of my personal belongings to Mother Hubbards, there I found Chorizy-E, Ring Toss Mike and RhinoMan. The game was at commercial, but they quickly filled me in as to the scenario that occurred while I walked down. What I immediately found weird was that the TV we had in front of our table, appeared to be faster than the other TV’s by like a half second…..that ended up helping as the drama unfolded. I don’t need to give you the play by play here, if you read this long, you know what happens. When Johnny Damon fails to check his swing, we are the first in the packed bar to erupt!!
What a great moment, great day, great year!!!
Good day friends, it’s your buddy BeefLoaf, with a little inside baseball for all of you out there. This is part instructional pamphlet for the aspiring beer vendors out there and a little bit of sharing with our follower base on the 108 experience.
Listen up Beer Vendors!!! and you fans, listen up too……
What makes a 108 preferred vendor???????
This goes without saying, but it manifests itself in a variety of ways. For the most part, the 108ers have 1-2 beer vendors on the text so that we can get a beverage on the quick. The customer service goes beyond that, to coming around and making sure to take care of us for last call or to routing a different vendor (say margarita or cotton candy for the kids) our way. Some of our favorites over time have even run to a vendor stand to grab a coke or something for the kids when they are out with us. Our current favorite beer vendor even switched from Bud/Bud Light to Modelo/Corona, at least in tiny part because that was our preference.
The Gift of Gab
Our favorite vendors past, present and future can all chew the fat with the best of them, whether it be discussing the team we love, or heavy metal cover bands or even discussing life in general, our preferred vendors are able to do this with no problem. They could easily fit in sitting with the 108ers for a ballgame, just so happens that they are selling product. One of our past vendors would alert us to the exceptional ladies at the ballpark that night, which, even though 60% of the 108ers are married, it was still nice of him to do it.
Some of our vendors are better than others about doing this, but freebies for the crew are almost always a great deal for the vendor. We tip well anyway, but when we get hit with a nice bit of free brews, we tend to tip even more. I can remember a time when a vendor regularly would drop off a six pack at last call. We chipped in for an extra big tip some other game when he wasn’t even our vendor, just tracked him down and hit him with a big toke.
Our favorite vendors have not only provided free booze on occassion, but they might also invite us to a party where we can partake in some boozaments or they might run the memorabilia stand at a different kind of event and be able to lock down some goodies for one of the 108ers before it gets sold out. Or they might get a souvenir baseball for your daughter, just because. In fact on Mark Buehrle day, an old vendor friend stopped by with a bag of ice for us to keep our beers cold in during the game as it was quite hot out that day.
You just don’t know, but the best ones are the best ones for a reason.
You are probably sitting there and saying, “Hey BeefLoaf, that’s all well and good, but how the fuck do you end up getting in good with the vendors like that??”
If you are a fan and wish to get yourself some good vendors, here are a few tips……
You will need to drink. A LOT. The 108ers don’t often hit it as hard as we used to, but there are plenty of games where we get into the 6 or 7 rounds of brews during a contest. Usually it is more like 5, because our pre-game tends to leak into the ballgame, but there are still plenty of games where we’ll look down and we’ve had 6 beers and 2 margaritas in the 6 allotted innings of boozing (we usually arrive in the bottom of the 1st and even though we have written Rob Manfred to change this rule, they still only sell alcohol until the end of the 7th inning).
Don’t Be an Asshole
As much as we laugh and grab ass and curse here in this blog and elsewhere, the 108ers are a pleasant and courteous bunch and I suggest you be the same. Be friendly, chat up your vendor, but most of all, don’t be an asshole.
If it wasn’t clear, the 108ers are good tippers. Despite how handsome, smart, well dressed and good smelling we are, it is truthfully our above average tipping that leads us down this path. It makes sense too, if the vendors are going to give you excellent service, you should provide a little more compensation to garner said service.
So be a sport, tip your vendors and you can be living it up like a 108er
Hi friends, it’s the BeefLoaf and I bring you a quick one-hitter (don’t forget to exhale) about the MLB Playoffs!!!! I read a fair amount about baseball and the majority of the folks I read don’t care much for the current playoff system, particularly the one game elimination wild card round. Truth be told, I don’t either, but your pal BeefLoaf is rarely here for hollow complaints, I come with the solutions. So, since MLB is clearly shifting more towards wanting “Playoff Excitement” whatever that means, and they aren’t going to reduce the amount of playoffs teams. Here is my solution…….
Currently we have 3 divisions in each league, which render a division winner each and then we have the 2 wild cards, which play the coin flip game to get into the divisional round. Instead, I propose adding a 3rd wild card to each league (never mind that the AL one would be below .500 this season, this solution isn’t fuggin’ perfect) and instead of having a 1 game playoff, we have a round robin….DOUBLE ELIMINATION……. for the 3 wild card teams. That isn’t the only catch though. I seem to remember people “noting” that the advantage of winning the division wasn’t that great these days. Well this round robin has to be played in its entirety in 3 days. Yes, we’ll have double headers. The top wild card in each league will host this extravaganza. Imagine the bonanza of baseball you’d get for those 3 days, with games coming out of your ears from both leagues until all but 1 wild card team from each league advances. It would also provide a larger edge in the divisional round for the top games winner in each league as their opponent would have to use their best pitchers to survive the wild card round. It would be like Gladiator (not the Cuba Gooding Jr. one) to survive. Jim Valvano’s old NC State team would thrive in a spot like this. So will other triumphant teams and it will create a whole new layer to the playoffs that would be fun and exciting, while restoring some order to the old way (the old heads like the best teams to be most well represented).
You think I’m nuts? What say you?
Last night, after drinking several brewskis, I decided that we’d (all of us, even you!) would try to eat 108 total hot dogs tonight during the Sox game. It’s the last $1 Hot Dog night of the season, so we need to do something special. While a 108 beers would be easy for just our crew, 108 hot dogs between 5 guys would be rather rough. That is why we opened it to our friends, fans, family, all y’all. So if you are at the game tonight or at home and you down a hot dog or several tweet us at @fromthe108 with your total and use the hashtag #108dogsin108. Should be a fun night! Come by and say hi! Short on cash? We’ll even buy you a hot dog if you need it that badly.
A few hints for tonight –
1 – Stop eating food at 12:30 pm. Yep, start fasting to have that extra space to fill with low priced encased meat.
2- Drink a green smoothie to clean out your innards so you won’t get full after 5 or 6 hot dogs.
3 – Don’t be a pussy. At some point you will think you can’t eat anymore, but truth is you CAN. You gotta get past that mental block and eat a hot dog. Simple as that.
Now for story time!
When I was a youngster, my mom made very heathy food in healthy portions for our family of four. Which worked great to keep me under 200lbs during my high school years. But as a starving teenager, I would sneak out and eat a dinner before dinner, just so I would be full after dinner. Which I am sure has caused me to gain weight later in life.
Upon graduation from high school, I went to the great school of Northern Illinois University. Lived in the fine establishment of Stevenson Towers North, 10th Floor, D Tower. This was in 1995 before STN became the lovely dorm it is today, we didn’t even have food service on the weekends. But there was a Friday night that sticks out and we happened to be served foot long hot dogs.
Now, given no limit to how much I could eat (we had a flat rate that we paid for meals back then) I used to eat a bunch. I was there 3 times a day just to get my money’s worth. My freshman year I am sure I gained 20 to 30 lbs and people told me that I looked good! I remember cresting the 200lb mark and feeling awesome about myself. Years later when I crested the 300lb mark I was not as happy and no one was telling me how good I looked. But I digress.
So this Friday night, the dorm was a buzz. We all went down to eat dinner and get ready for what would happen. I know for a fact that I ate 2 feet of hot dog that night. Getting back to our floor, I am not sure how this happened, but the party started about 8pm. I was hanging with some buds maybe smoking something that could have been illegal, when my roommate came down to tell me that a guy on our floor had some hard booze that tasted just like mouthwash. That turned out to be Rumplemintz. He was also flush with a bottle of Goldschlager which we always debated that the gold was real or not. I am guessing it was not. So we did some shots.
Are blacklight’s still a thing? Cause they were back then! This low key floor party turned into a full on rager including highlighter tattoos and laundry detergent in the hair. It was fantastic. Drinks were flowing, our beer of choice back then was Old Milwaukee, and we were full on getting drunk, enjoying one another’s company. Pretty sure we did several “flaming” shots of Goldschlager and listened to a ton of Beastie Boys. Then it started….
I think it started with a girl on our floor that was running down the hall and puked in her hands and then threw it on the wall while running back to her room. Then a guy was full on puking in the sink in the men’s bathroom. Back then no one had the tolerance that you earn by these types of nights. Both Rumplemintz and Goldschlager go down really smooth but will mess you up. So after multiple shots of either, in a short period of time, you gonna get wrecked. And wrecked we got.
I don’t really remember the next part of the story but I have been told several times this is how it went down. When the shots hit me, I ran to the bathroom to vacate the contents in my stomach. I hit a stall, missed the toilet and puked on the floor and directly on my future roommate’s hand which he responded with an “Ahhhh!” cause he was also puking. And the last thing you need a a guy throwing up hot dogs on you when you are throwing up hot dogs yourself.
After I threw up everything that was inside me, my lovely roommate and friends carried me into my room and threw me on the bed. That was it. I was done, passed out cold, about 10pm, which seemed to be the trend for all of us. I remember waking up, smelling Rumplemintz on my pillow and knowing that brushing my teeth from there on out was gonna be task. I was told later what I was mess I was and how much I owe these guys for taking care of me and for cleaning up my puke. Which was mostly just hot dog chunks.
So if you take only two things from this story be it this –
1 – Don’t mix 100+ proof booze with hot dogs in a short time.
(and my favorite)
2- Be thankful (cause I am) no one had smart phones back then.
Help us out tonight and tweet at us when you eat a hot dog! Every dog counts!
As a reminder to ourselves that our duty as “Voices of the Fan” for our beloved White Sox is to talk ballpark, baseball, bullshit, etc. I’ll review, the 5, the Gates of Entry to the ballpark.
5. Gate 4 – As MySoxSummer would say, this is where the “fancy people” enter the ballpark. I’ve personally only entered through this gate once and they looked at me like a bailiff eye-ball fucking a parolee. It’s not a race thing, Chorizy-E and I just look like we might be no good. Despite the fact that we have comfortable white collar jobs, you’d never know that by sitting with us at a game. This gate is also right out in the front of the ball park at the corner of 35th and Shields, so you have tons of people meandering around, so navigating this gate is actually much tougher than it would seem. Most of the meanderers look like they could use a shower, or at least some Axe body spray and that’s just the ladies. Regardless, since we aren’t really ever allowed into this gate, it rates last. I suppose if the White Sox ever extended the Olive Basket and invited me to some games where this was the best gate for me to use, it might move up the rankings. You might even see a little “BeefLoaf Was Here” carved into faux stone wall right there near the entrance. But alas, no such gesture has been made, so it will sit comfortably here at numero (that’s “number” for you non-romance language speakers) five.
4. Gate 1 – This is actually a good gate, but it’s rarely ever open to the ordinary patron. I believe they allow the patio party folks into the ballpark via this entrance. This gate actually most reminds me of going to jury duty, because each courthouse has a gate that sort of looks like this. We 108’ers occassionally enter this way on weekends when there is an overflow crowd, it’s actually a very non-descript entrance, but the cement stairs lead you right up into the concourse in right center field, which is hella close to the 108 and is actually very convenient for us. If this gate were open all the time, it would be our go to, it is pretty well concealed. One issue with this gate is they only have 2 lines, so if you get a MySoxSummer or a WallyMoney$$$ ahead of you in line it could be awhile before they search through their massive sacks of goodies and actually get to you and allow you into the ballpark to enjoy an ice cold Modelo.
3. Gate 2 – The 108’ers as a group have probably entered through Gate 2 more than any other gate, due to the old Slumpbuster / NiceShotNurse parking lot tailgates of yesteryear. Back in those days we’d have our late entry, but we’d just stroll directly into the park via Gate 2, because everyone would be in the ballpark by then. In recent years Gate 2 has become the most cocked up gate there is. As the level of White Sox operations staff has decreased in its efficiency, Gate 2 has been the worse recepient. They must put the folks at this Gate that are the most junior or possibly just the ones that give the least of a fuck. Regardless, Gate 2 should have lots of promise as an entry gate, but it doesn’t. You’d think that the Gate that spits the 108’ers out RIGHT. AT. OUR. SEATS. would rate higher, but it just doesn’t. It’s still the “Nuts” (sorry, this is poker parlance for “the Best” aka an “unbeatable hand”) as a gate to leave the ballpark for the 108’ers as the folks manning the exits always have a smile and say nice things and even ignore our obvious and reckless levels of intoxication. In fact on Sundays, you can see yours truly, the BeefLoaf and the lovely Bonita Steakie “racing” down the ramp to the Gate 2 exit, where the ‘Loaf summarily loses and needs to hit his inhaler before strolling back to Casa de BeefLoaf to prepare for the #SundaySoak.
2. Gate 5 – This gate is solid, the folks here even helped Chorizy-E and BeefLoaf locate XL throwback jerseys for one of the more iconic 108 photos. There are also a lot of lines to get in through gate 5 so you can usually move fairly expeditiously. I won’t get into some of the “tricks” that some folks are able to pull at Gate 5 because of the high level of lines / entrances. We’ll save that for a later post by folks that actually do those sorts of things. This is also a gate where you might run into a slightly intoxicated (read HIGHLY INTOXICATED) @cmmarysz or @dirrty862 as you enter the ballpark and chat for a bit on your way in, either about White Sox stuff or not. This entrances does offer that level of serendipity as you have lots of folks who were recently tailgating jumping in line and possibly realizing they forgot their tickets back in the car. This gate also has the option to use the escalator or ramp (the 108’ers primarily escalate). Also, if you use this as an exit gate, you can most definitely hit ChiSox Bar and Grill (although the grill part will be closed 8 seconds into your stay because half priced appetizers are a good advertising tool, but not necessarily something the proprietar wants to dish out in vast numbers). The downside of this gate is that it is a LONG fuggin’ walk inside the park to get to the 108. No offense against the reader here, as most of the folks that read our posts are courteous fans who get through the concourse quickly or who get in line expeditiously, but navigating the concourse between where Gate 5 spits us out and the 108 seems to take FOREVER. Even Chorizy-E (Costanza) who effortlessly weaves in and out of concourse traffic can’t stand entering through this gate on a crowded day because of this issue. There will be a future post on concourse ettiquette, it has to happen, as most people are so fucking oblivious to other humans that it creates chaos, but for now, let’s just say that people need to STAY WOKE in the concourse.
1. Gate 3 – The winner and still champion (despite a hotly contested final scorecard and Teddy Atlas going berserk post fight) is Gate 3. Gate 3 has 2 full entrances AND several lines. It also has a set of lines that “look like” they are going somewhere special, but really don’t, so if you have a neck tattoo, or if you are a pregnant lady tryna chug down that last few swallows of Corona before hitting the gate, don’t fret, Gate 3 is for you also. Another perk of Gate 3 is that depending on the flow of where people are parking, the southern most side of Gate 3 might be completely fucking empty, while the northern side has a substantial line. It is weird, but does often happen. This is most likely to occur on a non-Sunday, or some reason, on Sunday’s the lines are fucked up on both sides. This entrance also has both an escalator and a ramp, so you can choose your mode of transportation up to your destinated level. The staff at this gate is also the best, they usher you to the shortest line and they get you through the fucking line fast. I assume that despite being on the West side of the ballpark that this might be the most patroned gate, as the staff here seems to do the best job. One thing to note, if you are a giveaway hound like our very own MySoxSummer, this might NOT be the best gate for you. This gate is highly traveled and although you can get in quick, this gate usually is out of giveaways (ie, Chorizy-E and I basically never get to a game early, unless a Yoan Moncada or something is making their debut and we’ve never gotten a giveaway late at this gate, kapish!). This gate also has the happy medium of being close to the 108’ers seats but minimizing the outside vs. inside walking time. I should stuff the suggestion box and ask the White Sox to operate all the gates as smoothly as Gate 3, but truth be told, they won’t listen, so hopefully you have listened to the BeefLoaf, so you can get into the ballpark most expeditiously…..
In closing, choose the Gate that serves your needs the best. If you are looking to randomly see some old (read intoxicated) friends, I suggest Gate 5. If you are trying to get into the ballpark with the least hassle, try a Gate 3. If you are in no rush and want to walk the ramps, old school style, take a Gate 2.
I’d love to hear your feedback on Gate entry, tweet at me at @fromthe108!
WARNING: This is not a baseball post
Earlier this week, we lost one of the great heroes of my childhood. The great John Slade.
I remember back in the late 80s when Slade came out of retirement to take down Mr Big. All of us had been hit by the plague that was Mr Big’s crew. Nearly everyone I knew had a friend or relative that had succumbed to the temptations of gold or even that electro-plated bull shit that would turn your neck all green. And some had unfortunately OG’d. For a short time, John Slade freed us from all of that.
Unfortunately, it was short lived. Even with Calinga launching a new People’s Revolutionary Army, crime continued to be an issue. But John Slade never gave up the fight. In fact, he was leaving the 29th annual Youth Gang Competition when he was gunned down. While there are a number of suspects: Trump, Hillary, OJ, the most likely is Mr Big’s Nephew who was in town from KC when the shooting occurred.
With the previous deaths of Kung-Fu Joe and Hammer, he is survived by only a few of his crew members Jack Spade and Slammer. His wife Bell Slade and her big round brown…well, I digress. Nevertheless she was a good woman.
Bell, Jack, and Slammer will be at his memorial service this Friday. The eulogy will be done by Fly Guy. Drinks will be supplied (Whiskey Doubles and Pepsi Doubles).
Last weekend I brought out all my extra White Sox giveaways to sell at our annual block sale. Sometimes I get extras on purpose, sometimes the fellas just give me what they get. In any case, as a big guy, I can’t fit into the shirts or the hats all that well. So those are usually given away to family or I sell them to get ticket money. But there was a tired refrain this past weekend, “Hey, you got any 2XL?”
I get it, most people fit into the M or XL, seems like the logical choice to giveaway to the fanbase. But the XL is a big Large most of the time, so even the guys who can squeeze into an XL (looking at you BeefLoaf) get screwed most of the time. In previous years they had offered a 2XL in the K Zone and in the speciality shirts, but this year they nixed that too. So what gives White Sox? Hate the fat guys? The BBW ladies? For shame.
It doesn’t stop at shirts either, it even happens with the hats. I have a huge head, I know, but these hats are made for small kids! Screw that. I’d love a free hat now and then, I can’t even fit my massive dome in the winter hat! What the hell! Hate the fat guys and the big heads, that’s messed up White Sox.
Even sat behind home or in almost every section other that the outfield? Ever notice that the seats are MUCH SMALLER in the good areas? Yep, trying to keep the fat guys off camera. I get it White Sox, you have no problem taking advantage of the fat folk (see 3lbs Ice Cream Helmets, 16″ Mac and Cheese Brisket sandwiches, Helmet Nachos, and the $1 dogs for fatties on a budget (like myself)) but they can’t give us a shirt? Or an extra 3″ in our seat? What gives?
Now they will sell you a big hat or a big shirt, and with the shirt at a markup from the “regular” sizes, but be ready to pay up. And that’s another thing, wanna know what the price difference between a size 7 and a size 8 fitted hat? $0. And that is good materials, not some cotton bullshit. So why you gotta make a 2XL $5 to $10 more? Just hate the fat guys, I get it.
Side Note – The 108 sells all our shirts at the same price. We don’t discriminate against our fellow 2XL lovers. Same with the all inclusive trucker cap that easily fits HUGE DOMES. Wanna support the cause? Head over to our website and buy what we have left! We have a great shirt that should be out before C-mas or will be a SoxFest exclusive, have’t decided. We gave away tons of shirts last year, look for something even better this year!
I propose that they give away the different sizes at different gates. Gate 2 should be for 2XL’s, mostly cause it is further away and the fatties could use a walk. Just sayin’. I can give a fuck about the L and S wearing crowd as the XL and M seem to have it covered, but I get asked about 2XL more than any other size.
So White Sox, how about you stop hating on the big folk that love your baseball team and hook us up with something besides insanely high calorie snacks? Ya know what I am saying? Right now the seat thing isn’t that big of deal as no one shows up, but when we get good in the next few years, us big guys are fucked. If we stop going, watch the food and drink sales numbers take a huge dive. And no one wants that right Jerry? Right.
You have a couple hours still left to enter our #108freesaturday contest! Get on the Twitter machine and tweet at us with that hashtag. We got two free tickets for two fans to eat free food and drink free drinks (pregame Patio Party) for the game on Saturday. Even have free parking for you! Only rule is that you have to be able to make it on Saturday, this Saturday. It’s all free and will be a great night! The giveaway is a White Sox soccer jersey!