Two Days Away

So, now we’re at two days from the wedding, and my daughter is still talking baseball.  First thing this morning, she sent videos of the Cubs’ Addison Russell looking very bad at shortstop and center fielder Ian Happ trying not to get hit on the head by a homerun ball that ricocheted back onto the field at Dodger Stadium.

Then, she came over this afternoon to deliver my pocket hankie and tie for Saturday.  The White Sox are playing a day game, which gave us a chance to watch Lucas Giolito walk the bases loaded in the top of the first before getting out of it.  “I think he’s got the yips,” Clare offered, and it’s something for pitching coach Don Cooper to consider.

Clare also remembered a time when she was on the Huskies, her first travel team.  The tournament was close to one player’s house, to which we descended on during one of those two-hour breaks between games that would otherwise drive a parent nuts.  It was 2006, just one year after the Sox had won the World Series, so you would’ve thought the host family would’ve put the ballgame on, but no; their daughter was a budding soccer star, or so they said.  We got to watch the World Cup instead.

“Dad and I couldn’t believe it.”  That, and how a wedding can sneak up on you.