Looking Back …
Monday, October 31, 2005, 2:45 pm
Our thoughts and sympathies go out to the Al Lopez family. News reached us Sunday afternoon of the 97-year-old Hall of Famer’s passing. According to his son, Al followed the Sox throughout the playoffs and was aware of the World Series triumph before suffering a heart attack Friday night. He died early Sunday morning.
Scott appeared on Saturday Night Live during the Weekend Update skit.
Looking Back …
To give you all a little feel for Thursday, our travel day back from Houston:
The bus left the hotel, the Westin Galleria, at 11 a.m. and the flight left Ellington Field at around 12:30. Our flight was one of four charters by the White Sox heading home (team, family and two employees/spouses). Each plane had White Sox flags flying out the windows as they sat on the runways.
The World Series trophy sat in the front row next to Ozzie Guillen on the flight home. Details about Friday’s celebratory parade were made on the plane’s PA system.
The pilot alerted us to all the people waiting to welcome us home along 63rd street. Players and staff crowded the windows as we landed to see the fans.
As we taxied toward our hangar, employees of all the airlines lined the route and cheered. The fire department shot cannon sprays of water over and onto the planes in salute.
As we disembarked (do you do that on a plane?), Jerry went first, holding on tightly to the trophy. Ken Williams and Ozzie followed.
They pull our cars onto the runways for us (tough life, huh), and one by one we pulled out toward 63rd street. The sight was heartwarming. Thousands of fans lined the street, cheering, waving and holding up signs. Players honked and waved. Ken and Ozzie stopped to shake hands with the crowd.
While we were in Houston, it was very tough to gauge the reaction at home. Part of you wished you could be in both places at the same time to see the reaction and feel the celebration. Seeing these fans at the airport was our first sense of what our World Series title had done for Chicago. It sent chills down your spine.
It was a small taste of what Friday would bring.