Random Pregame Thoughts
Monday, May 22, 2006, 6:11 pm
On Frank’s Reception
The man is the greatest offensive player in our franchise’s history. It is certainly up to the fans to decide his reception, but I think he deserves a standing O. Then I hope we strike him out four times.
Good to see him, although he still looks funny in green.
Turns out my information was wrong in a prior post. The ceremony will be between the first and second innings, so hopefully right before he hits.
I spoke with the TV folks and they will not be able to air the tribute. You may be able to hear the other gesture we have planned.
A story out there that Joey Cora bit Jacque Jones’ shoe during Saturday’s fight was circulating the ballpark before the game.
I went to Joey and told him he probably needed to comment in some way to end the speculation.
"I did not bite anyone … in this fight," he said/confessed.
Don’t ask him about a fight with the Padres in something like 1988.
We all were giving Ozzie Guillen a hard time about the ever-present billboards of him in downtown Chicago promoting a Brazilian-style steakhouse. If you haven’t seen them, they are everywhere … omnipresent.
"It looks like you are carving a rabbit," one person said.
"My brother said, ‘Look, he is always watching us,’" said Oney Guillen.
"Listen to this," Ozzie said, before launching into a hilarious story.
(Note to reader: all of this is a direct quote from Ozzie, so imagine the following with his accent)
I am going to the place where I get my nails done. I’ve been going there for a year and a half now.
I sit down at the table and take off my White Sox World Series ring. Then I put my hands out.
‘Oh, the White Sox,’ the woman says. This is the same woman who has done my nails for almost two years.
‘I am the biggest fan,’ she says.
‘I know you from somewhere,’ she says a bit later. ‘Are you famous?’
No, I’m not famous. Now, I am thinking that she has seen my face for two years, claims to be a big fan and has even seen my credit card … G-U-I-L-L-E-N. She still doesn’t know who I am?
‘Are you a chef?’
Chef? I have no idea what she is thinking about. Then I remember? Oh yeah … the billboards.
No, I work in baseball.
Yeah, I am the manager.
‘Manager? What is a manager?’
Nevermind … I’m a chef …
Two days later my wife goes in to have her nails done.
‘I didn’t know your husband was famous,’ the woman says.
My wife tries to lowkey our name and celebrity so she doesn’t say much.
‘He’s a chef’, the woman says. ‘What restaurant does he work at?’
‘He told you he’s a chef?!’ Ibis responds.