Clare is feeling
a bit guilty these days. She’s upset
that White Sox rookie sensation Jose Abreu landed on the 15-day disabled list
with tendonitis in his left ankle but happy that the injury means more playing
time for Paul Konerko, who’ll retire when the season, his 16th with
the Sox, comes to an end in September (thankfully, at home, for a proper
sendoff).
Clare and
Konerko have been an item for years.
When we used to get seats behind the Sox dugout, Paulie twice tossed a
ball to my daughter. He autographed one
of them at the first fan fest we attended; Clare was all of nine. Twelve years later, and the two of them are
still around.
I love how
baseball can be used to measure time.
Clare has cheered the same ballplayer since she was in first grade, and
she graduates college next Saturday. If
Abreu proves to be as good as Konerko, that could mean she will have known just
two Sox first basemen over the course of thirty or more years.
My God, how old will
I be then?
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