White Sox Save Steve's Vacation!

Baseball has a funny way of defining a summer.  It might not be the scores, or the record, but it is the memories that a man can share with his friends and family.  I was lucky enough to take in the epic battle on Saturday, and the boys made it a 3 game  sweep....come to think of it, so did the Sox.  It is a good thing, because Mike spent a grief inflicting weekend with us just a week ago.  Had I not raised three boys, my ears would still be ringing.  I gave him my best speech about enjoying the moments, and not inviting rage into one's life.  He told me I was nuts.  Maybe I am, because though I really love to go to the park, when I am home, I just track the game online.  The MLB has a site where you can even see the pitch speed and the curve.  It suits me to take a step back when I am not chowing down on hot dogs and gaping at the dugout, which is where I snapped the cute picture of Poppa Oz and his son a few weeks ago.  I meant to use it in a Father's Day blog- but I am on Janet time, as usual.  It is still cute. 

Our seats do not provide a direct look into the dugout, and so I am always pleased to see Oz, Joey Cora and Junior Oz dangling on the rail. Ozzie is a big swivel-headed gaper- I always wonder what/who he is looking for.  I suppose he is scanning for a lovely girl for his sons.  Steve had a chance to move from his current seats to ones down and over- where he could peep at the players.  He loves his seat too much to move. Plus, I think he recalls that I was infatuated with Tim Raines' thighs.  But they traded him!  I am older than everyone in the dugout except maybe Herm  Schneider, the trainer. I hear he has great hands.  But I would rather look at pinstripes.   And as in the case of Mr. Guillen, it is not a crime to look.  Now that my giddy joy at a victorious home stand against the Cubs has made me say these ridiculous things, I doubt if I will ever go to another game.  Steve is pretty serious about his White Sox.  But I have seen him scan the Chevy Pride Crew.  Me, I prefer Southpaw.  

At any rate, thank you White Sox for salvaging Steve's break.  6 losses to the Cubs would have been a catastrophe, 5 would be tragic, and 4 would be despair.  Playing the series even is a gift.  I'll take it!