“1st baseman, number 14: PAUL KONERKO!”
Metallica — Harvester of Sorrow
(Source: hishappylooksinsane)
Remember Opening Day 2011? It was the first game that Metra service operated at 35th street. Patra and Leah missed school for the justifiable reason of this being a most important facet of American culture for them to experience. That conductor messed with everyone, full of jokes. It was raining and freezing, but Sox won, so who cares? We had hot chocolate and nachos in a helmet…
Remember later that day when this picture and article (where they of course quote my dad…why is it that people of the media always want to talk to him?) were on the front page of the Southtown website?
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
It is finally starting again, slowly but surely. Dust off those cleats, boys. It’s a long season.
Post Secret Mission pizza while watching MLB Oddest Plays of 2011 with Stine.
Yes and yes!
Now for the important question: How many days until pitchers and catchers report?
That is what I’m saving…starting now.
I have this dream where one summer, I road trip around the country and see a baseball game in every Major League park. And this is my preliminary guess as to what it’s going to cost me to take said trip.
I don’t care if I have to fucking save up pennies in jars. I am going to do this.
And then maybe I’ll write a book about it.
For all of you wishing to move to the West Coast, wait just a second. Because while you were nestled up in a bunch of blankets, alternating between sips of your pumpkin spiced latte and your Shipyard Pumpkinhead beer, watching the Brewers and Diamondbacks slap it out to end the NLDS at 5 pm…
So, my Dad and his brother (my uncle/godfather) were at this game.
NO I’M NOT JEALOUS AT ALL, NOT AT ALL. LIFE WILL GO ON, I SUPPOSE.
