No Hail to the Chief?

I came to attention when the rain started bouncing. No snappy salute, though. No baseball-sized stuff, it was teeny-tiny. No hail to the chief, there was no sign of our super Sox fan commander in chief, our President Barack Obama.

Perhaps he was over at The Friendly Confines, sipping some white wine.

White wine does not equate to White Sox.

Maybe American Idol will work better for you. They might play the song.

P.S. Hey (hey, hey) Barack. Um, it says U.S. Cellular Field right on the scoreboard. Might help you remember the current (nananana...) name.