Hope Springs Eternal

Because I try to be a good father (and grandfather), I called Clare this morning to tell her the White Sox were on TV at three. OK, I also called to ask her to find a car-price app for me. Father and daughter will both probably be hitting the mute button, depending on who’s calling the game. If it’s Jason Benetti and Steve Stone, silence is golden. It’s like being back in first-period lunch junior year at St. Laurence. Who’s the biggest smart-ass Viking at the table? Been there, done that, don’t need a reboot, thank you very much. Put Benetti with Len Kasper, a professional down to his toes, or Chuck Swirsky, ditto with a dash more local color, or Tom Paciorek, who comes with lots of color and more than a dash of insight. But Stone is still stuck in junior year, and he drags Benetti to the lunch table with him each and every broadcast. Pull the plug on the juvenile twins, please.