I suggested to
Clare a couple of months ago that she look into season-ticket packages with the
White Sox, as a kind of communal penance thing.
And the Sox had just the ticket(s), if we were interested, a package for
all the April games, for which you could not pay father and daughter to
attend. No sir, but we’d go for free if
the younger of us were playing.
Which is
precisely what happened for eight years of high school and college. What Michele and I did was what parents of
athletes are supposed to do, go out and bear witness regardless the
elements. It’s raining as I write this,
an inconvenience that won’t have a major bearing on my day. But three or seven years ago, I’d be Johnny
the Weather Forecaster checking the radar and seeing what the odds for
afternoon precipitation are.
Some forty
thousand Cub fans will be doing likewise because they have tickets to see their
world champions play the Dodgers today.
What miserable weather for a ballgame, what perfect weather to watch your
daughter play in.
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