In the Eyes of the Beholder

 Clare didn’t care, she didn’t even notice, the little clip of Mark McGwire that ran at the start of the broadcast of Home Run Derby at Petco Park in San Diego last night.  She didn’t care about the DJ on the field or even the uniforms the players wore, a god-awful homage in yellow and brown to those god-awful yellow-and-brown uniforms the Padres wore in the 1980s.  Her focus was on homeruns.

She talked arms and legs, hardly ever agreeing with what the commentators had to say, and she watched swings and analyzed stances.  Her boyfriend joked that she wanted to be one of the girls running out Gatorade and towels to the participants.  “No,” she countered, “I want to be the girl hitting homeruns.”  How I would have loved that, too.  Good White Sox fans that we are, we all rooted for Todd Frazier, who lost to Giancarlo Stanton in the final round.

Frazier went into the tank after winning the Derby in Cincinnati last year.  Maybe losing it last night means he’ll start hitting for average and lead the Sox to a division crown.  You can dream when your team is above .500 (barely) at the break.