For It's 1, 2, 3 Strikes, I'm In

Got my first White Sox game under my belt and brought home a victory, so I'm officially 1-0 in my career as an attendee. Sat in the club level (Dad says we got the tickets because he washed Paul Konerko's car for him last week... whatever), ate about 47 peanuts, picked my nose (yeah, like you've never picked your nose before) and basically had a great time throughout the whole game.
When Big Bad Bobby Jenks came in to close it down I just knew it was over, but I really had to focus to will the team to victory. Shhh, I'm concentrating.
Afterwards, it was all jubilation (and some really really loud fireworks).