Bard Time

I just read an editorial in the Tribune on how the White Sox are the poor stepchild of Chicago’s professional teams. Whatever. Bandwagons are for other folks, and North Siders. Right now, I’m waiting for my daughter to call with news of the Sox roster and lineup for today in Houston. Did Dallas Keuchel make the cut? Will Adam Engel start in right? Is Jose Abreu over the flu? Questions demand their answers. A person grows anxious in the hours before gametime, or at least I did waiting for Clare to play. “Once more unto the breech, dear friends, once more.” That’s it, words of comfort, words to rally “We few, we happy few,” Sox fans one and all. Because now is the time to remember, “Men of few words are the best men.”