Last Sunday, Clare stopped by long
enough to watch both the White Sox and Northwestern softball. The next day (or night, actually), she went to
Wrigley Field for the Cubs-Marlins’ game, and got on the field for the
visitors’ batting practice. It pays to
work for NU when they have a day (or night) at the ballpark.
Anyhow, who should walk by but the
pride of the south suburbs and UIC baseball, Curtis Granderson. That child of mine immediately walked up to
Granderson, shook hands and asked for a picture. Then she told him how much she admired the
philanthropic work he does, up to and including Granderson Field at UIC, his
alma mater (and a place I have long contended neither Chicago team could locate
if the fate of the world depended on it).
Said child is anything but a
baseball Annie. She brings badly-needed skills
to a game that’s hardly interested.
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