Clare called from work
Wednesday afternoon with what she termed “good news.” I immediately thought of my daughter’s plans
for world domination, but no. “The White
Sox are on the radio Friday.” Yes, the
team oddsmakers and sabermetricians hate and fans—myself included—constantly
disparage will make their spring training debut today on a new radio
station. If only WGN would go with a
tagline like “The Few, the Proud, the South Side,” Sox fans would probably
start lining up for Opening Day right now.
As luck would have it,
there was still more good news. “I think
we can go hitting,” I was informed. My
child with the vicious swing has a delicate back which may or may not have
anything to do with her athletic career.
Either way, it’s been bothering her the past few weeks. But this is the end of February, when varsity
starts and college teams have been practicing or playing for weeks
already. The need to play gets into your
bones, or those of a certain baseball-loving veteran of fastpitch softball.
I must have done
something right as a parent.
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