Awaken, Remember

I went to bed last night around 11:15. The last time I checked, the White Sox were losing to the Angels by a score of 4-0. Why they were even playing was beyond me. A three-hour rain delay could only mean one wet, muddy field. Then I got up this morning to find the Sox had rallied from a 5-1 deficit with a seven-spot in the seventh and hung on for an 8-7 win, highlighted by a three-run homerun off the bat of Munetaka Murakami, who now leads the majors with twelve long balls. Now, if the Sox would just stop pretending that Anthony Kay—four innings, four earned runs on seven hits and two walks—is a major-league starter, there might be cause for hope. Funny thing about the weather. It was the same fourteen years ago today, only colder. We were in Appleton Wisconsin for a doubleheader between Elmhurst College and host Lawrence University. Clare had a forgettable two games until her last at-bat, when she hit a ball a good 260 feet or more to give her Blue Jays a sweep. Six days later, she hit a ball maybe 20 feet further in the conference playoffs. A prophet of power to come.