Let’s Play Two
Friday, July 6, 2007
Owens, CF; Uribe, SS; Thome, DH; PK, 1B; Dye, RF; Mack, LF; Fields, 3B; Cintron, 2B; Hall, C. Garland on the hill.
You may have seen the television booth interview with Jamie Buehrle and Jessica Erstad last night during the game, but starting today, the "White Sox Wives" are selling specially made, pink sleeveless tees at the ballpark and on-line. Sales in park go through the weekend, while on-line sales continue into the second half. Proceeds go to Chicago White Sox Charities and benefit Gilda’s Club Chicago and Lynn Sage Cancer Research Foundation, both charities close to the Sox and selected by our wives.
Various White Sox wives will be selling t-shirts at the CWSC stand throughout the next four games. Stop by, check out the shirts, and maybe help a great cause.
Long Day at the Ballpark
No one wants to hear about it, but today is a very loooong day at the ballpark. At least our day started with baked goods.
I am told that the Police were greeted with boos last night when they reminded the fans that the last time they performed in Chicago was in 1983 … at Comiskey Park.
Juan Uribe is often the target of sharp criticism on posts to this blog and elsewhere. Say what you want, but last night Juan made some big time plays and also drove a ball the opposite way for a home run. It may be frustrating some times with how he gets there offensively … on a tear for two weeks and then swinging and missing for two weeks … but he generally ends up at .240, 18-20 and 60-75 RBI. You can win with that from the ninth hole.
I just received a phone call from my 10-year-old son who is competing in the North American Irish Dancing Championships in Ottawa, Canada. His teams — he dances for two World Academy eight-kid teams — just finished their competition. Now, they await the judges’ decision later today. He was very proud, as am I (wish I could have been there). The impressive thing is the kid has a broken bone in his foot, suffered last Saturday during a sleepover kick-ball game. He was cleared by the ortho on Tuesday to compete, mom drove him and his sisters to Ottawa on Wednesday (14 hours), and he taped it up and danced today.
I proud of his passion for dance (think Michael Flatley and Riverdance), his willingness to put up with the quizzical looks from his 10-year-old soccer teammates when he misses soccer practices for dance, his commitment to his team, and his willingness to battle through the pain in his foot.
I told him he is a champion.
Now, he’s just excited that he can go swimming in the hotel pool.
I’ll see them all on Sunday.