Sunday at the Park
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Owens, CF; Fields, 3B; Thome, DH; PK, 1B; AJ, C; Dye, RF; Pods, LF; Uribe, SS; Cintron, 2B. Danks pitching.
Thanks to everyone who responded to my call for essays from suburban moms who enjoy bringing the family to U.S. Cellular. I asked for essays describing your experiences at the ballpark. The response was great, with so many good stories, that it was difficult to pick one. In the end, we selected Marie McDowell’s submission as the one we would feature in the final edition of the program. But the rest were so good, and so personal, that I thought I should run them here over the next week or so.
So, here is another story of a trip to the ballpark:
By Lainie Novak
The only things that get me through the tough times of driving (slowly) down I-55 to U.S. Cellular Field are the countless White Sox hats and jerseys I see in cars next to us and blasting Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’” as our pre-game ritual.
We are fortunate enough to have friends who live the White Sox fan’s dream – living two blocks from the park – so parking is a breeze.
Then we back track a little to get to The Grandstand.
When I picture Heaven, I think of a combination between The Grandstand, with all of the White Sox apparel and U.S. Cellular Field *cough: Comisky*. We spend at least a half hour browsing The Grandstand in search of the perfect item. After all, I have to maintain my status as having THE MOST White Sox gear of all my husband’s friends.
After our purchases were made, we headed over toward Gate 3. Up the escalator we went, anticipation mounting. The smell of hot dogs permeated the air. Lines started forming at the bathrooms.
We immediately found our seats to see what our view would be and who would be sitting around us. When the White Sox are taking BP, we stand and watch, trying to catch the eye of one of our heroes. When the visitors are batting, we take the opportunity to get some nachos and a Pepsi. After all, we don’t want to miss a second of the game!
The instrumental music began, signaling the start of the game drawing near. I perched myself on the front of my seat, slapping my legs to the beat I’ve heard numerous times before. Then the magical words: WHITE SOX FANS: ON YOUR FEEEEET! The crowd stood in anticipation of the White Sox taking the field.
Throughout the game, we went back and forth, cheering and then shaking our heads, wondering what our boys were doing. When the bullpen took over, we knew the game was over. We left the park in the 8th inning, weariness had set in along with the extra 2 Tiger runs.
A 20 minute drive back to the suburbs listening to Ed Farmer and Chris Singleton on The Score told us of our fate. Although still in last place, we were reminded of the true heart of baseball when Billy Pierce was recognized and his statue was unveiled.
Thoughts and Sympathies
Our thoughts and sympathies go out to the friends and family of Richard ("****") Hackett, who passed away yesterday in Chicago. Hackett worked for the White Sox from 1959-70 before joining the Milwaukee Brewers in 1970. With the Brewers, Hacket served as VP of Marketing and VP of Governmental Affairs before his retirement.
"**** knew everyone in baseball," said his brother, Robert, who called us this morning to inform us of ****’s passing.