Best of Steve's Web Log - July 1, 2008

Originally Posted: October 26, 2005

I said my goodbyes to all of my friends at U.S. Cellular Field on Sunday, after what was a better roller-coaster ride than anything they have at Great America. I have been asked repeatedly whether or not I'd like to see at least a Game 6 back in Chicago.

No.

I could not bear to watch the White Sox lose two games at this point. My sons and I got all of our celebrating in with the team on Sunday night. We did, however, remain in our seats. The Ligues have ruined father-and-son on-the-field moments for everyone.

And perhaps father-and-son tattoos as well.

I am not even considering traveling to Houston to see any of the games. I've been to Houston and they have nothing to offer me that I haven't already seen a better version of in Chicago. Well, except for a domed stadium, or whatever that contraption they call "The Juice Box" is classified as.

I like baseball in the freezing rain. I wore my Gore-Tex rain suit and I remained dry. My kids told me I looked like a blueberry. I thought I looked more like a Smurf with a glandular disorder. A blue version of Craig Biggio and Jeff Bagwell. A Sox fan was in hot water for pulling Biggio's wife's hair after the game on Sunday. Does she have a killer beehive?

If for some reason things go horribly wrong and the baseball gods don't continue to look down favorably upon our beloved White Sox, there's always next weekend. I don't expect that to become a reality, but then I didn't think that the avian flu was ever going to catch on. Come to think of it, I never thought "According To Jim" had much of a shot at making it either.

If we don't make it back to the Cell this year, I'll miss the car searches as I enter the security "bubble." It isn't every day that they search your trunk and under your hood before a baseball game.

Everybody knows that I have "junk in the trunk", but I don't really need them knowing what I have "under the hood."