Late Night

Unlike me, Clare watched enough of the White Sox game last night in Anaheim to get her fill of Bill Walton as “color” man; Walton was the giant in the booth wearing a tie-dye tee-shirt.  My daughter’s reward for subjecting herself to all the hippie-dippie allusions was to see Sox catcher James McCann hit his second grand slam in three days, good for a Sox 7-2 win over the Angels.

I didn’t run across any negative reviews of Walton’s performance, just as I didn’t run across anyone considering what my daughter texted during the game:  If a man who knows nothing about baseball can be in the broadcast booth, so should any woman who knows the game.

What a strange, strange road it’s been.