It's been so long since the White Sox have been to a World Series that everyone is getting all nostalgic about relatives who are going to miss everything because they're dead.
I just got an email from my cousin, Rich,
in LA. He's as big a White Sox fan as I am, having grown up around
Chicago. His dad, my Uncle Whit, was as rabid about the team as my father, his Uncle Frank.
Sounds like a sportswriter friend thinks he can get my cousin a ticket to the World Series.
I can't believe it's actually happening. I'm sorry my Dad's missing all this. But I do have a solution for that...
...My good friend is a
sportswriter and he said he's almost positive - almost - that he can
get me a ticket for at least one of the World Series games this
weekend. So it looks like I might be flying in. I figure I have to take
this chance. And right alongside me, in my pocket, will be some of my
Dad's ashes. I figure, why not, he was only four in 1917 and never made
it to a World Series game in ' 59 so I'm going to try my damndest
to take him this time.
In the meantime I'm still
hoarse from the Angel series. I decided not to spend any money and go
to a game out here, but instead to roll the dice and risk it all on
going toward a World Series game. I'm glad it paid off. Boy, are they
ever looking good. How cool would it be if they won. The Red Sox last
year, the White Sox this year. That would show the Cubs that
maybe losing isn't so lovable anymore.
And honestly, of the three,
the White Sox have always had it the toughest. Second in many of the
hearts in their own city, while the Cubs and Red Sox are loved. Well,
fuck 'em all, it's the WhiteSox's turn this year!
I'll let you know as soon as I know if/when I'm coming. You don't have an extra ticket do you? Kidding! But seriously...
I love that he's planning to take some of his dad's ashes to the ballpark if he can
get a ticket. That got me thinking about taking my dad, if
I decide to spend six hundred to a thousand dollars for a ticket.
He died a couple of years ago,
so it would be nice to do something symbolic like that for him, too. You know,
bring him to the park with me if I get a chance to go.
It would be nice if I could put him in a locket around my neck. Or tuck him into my purse.
The real problem is going to be
getting that exhumation order signed then trying to explain why I've
got a casket with me.