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On Friday, my parents, Tony, Arch, Greg, and I went to the Crosstown Showdown. It was a cold, but fun game. Especially since the Cubs won. The only thing that made me sad was the fact that some Sox fans started to get pretty inappropriately vulgar when they began to loose. I didn't understand the need for it. Yes, the one person who irritatedly me in particular had at least four beers in him by the time they were loosing enough for them to feel badly. He also kept turning around and staring at Mom and me. Mom said that he probably kept staring so hard because he was too drunk to focus. I laughed hysterically then told Greg. He then laughed hysterically too. One Sox fan turned around and said, "We're starting to look like you guys". Mom and I laughed of course. Before the game, Arch took Dad, Greg, and me to lunch. I had a fantastic chicken parmigiana sandwich. I would happily go back to that restaurant just to have that meal again. I really, really want chicken parmigiana now. So badly. Anyways, the game was fun. It was great to win. I'm hungry.