Baseball In April Is Pure Hell. Except Hell is Sooooo Much Warmer.

There's nothing more American than baseball. And I'm American, so I love going to baseball games. I love watching my kids play. And I have so many happy memories of my Dad taking us to White Sox games, where we kept score even though there was a scoreboard. My memories always include one thing. Warmth. Baseball was a sport meant to be played during summer months. Not in April. April is no where near summer. Let's start with the White Sox home opener. I work in walking distance to Sox…

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The Things I Still Miss the Most About My Dad

I honestly cannot believe it's been 13 years. Where the hell does the time go. It was a lifetime ago. I really miss the way his left arm got really, really tan from hanging it out the car window to smoke all summer long. Yet his right arm was pasty white. It would have been no big deal if he wore long sleeve dress shirts. But he didn't. Only short sleeves and a tie for him. I also really miss report card days. Those were some crazy times in our…

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I’m Really In No Shape To Be Working Out

Oh. Em. Gee. I went on a field trip today. To the Chicago Bulls and White Sox Training Academy. With a bunch of kids in the absolute prime of their athletic lives. Field trips are supposed to be educational. And I learned something all right. That I'm getting older. And out of shape. And will never be a professional athlete. The truth hurts. But not as much as my burning thighs. Or the bloody lump on my knee. Or my current level of self-confidence. I will spend my evening icing…

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My Thoughts On Being a Sox Fan When The Cubs Are in the Super Bowl

I like sports. I play sports. My kids play sports. I don't always understand sports. But one thing is for sure. I am a Sox fan. I was born and raised a Chicago White Sox fan. My Dad was a huge fan. I know everyone out there says that their Dad is the hugest fan ever, but they are wrong. My Dad was. My Dad died in April 2005 at the ripe old age of 58. When we were kids he would always say when he was old and senile…

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