Friday, August 8, 2008
OC, SS; AJ, C; Q, LF; Dye, RF; JR, DH; PK, 1B; Swish, CF; Miss, 2B; Uribe, 3B. Buehrle pitching.
Moose Skowron is throwing out the ceremonial first pitch tonight. It’s the first time in his life that he’s ever thrown a first pitch. And he’s happy he’s throwing it against the Red Sox, because he says he owned Boston as a hitter. He is upset, however, that Mark Buehrle won’t catch him … Mark catches all the first pitches except for games when he is starting (obviously).
There’s Always More to the Story
Yes, there may have been a few relievers changing teams recently, but beware, many of these deals are waiver trades. In one case, a team got stuck with something like $7.5 million in future salary for a situational guy … not sure that’d make us better.
I found this letter in my inbox the other day …
I wanted to thank you so much for the jersey, towell and hat; they’ve helped to decorate my sparse room her in Afghanistan. I hope you’ll indulge me for a minute and let me tell a bit of a story. Not long ago coming to Afghanistan while out on patrol our convoy was attacked and two of my fellow soldiers were wounded (both seriously enough that they are now stateside). It was a day filled with fear, anguish, and confusion. We limped into another FOB (Forward Operating Base) and tried to connect our thoughts. I could see on the faces of my fellow soldiers (and I imagine I looked the same) the exhaustion and complex jumble of emotions running through our heads. As we walked into the chow hall I was surprised to see White Sox memorabilia all over the walls. On the TV was a Sox game, and for the next couple of hours I was able to catch my breath and defuse watching the Sox. It might be a cliche to say this but that game helped me through that day and still does. Baseball is just a game, but for us it’s also something else: it’s a day at the Cell where you can forget everything for a few hours; it’s the place where you connect with friends and community; it’s the quiet place where you collect yourself in a chow hall; it’s home.
The jersey, bat and towel are part of all that and I thank you for it.
Sgt. Kevin Doyle