Jim and I before Game 1 of the 2005 World Series
Ticket to the tie-breaker
First pitch, new Comiskey Park
Ticket to the twi-nighter
- My father’s last game. It’s a fascinating story of how without tickets the day before Bat Day in 1972 I ended up sitting in the first row behind the Yankees dugout and my parents one row behind me next to the president of the Yankees. This was all thanks to The Major, Yankees manager Ralph Houk (http://brulelaker.blogspot.com/2010/11/major-gives-us-day-to-remember.html). Sadly, it was also my father’s last Sox game, as he passed away suddenly at age 55 shortly before the beginning of the next season.
I will forgo waxing on about the significance of White Sox baseball and this particular Opening Day to me, other than I will take time while riding the CTA Red Line to Sox Park to think about my father and uncle hopping the Wentworth Avenue streetcar some 85 years for the old ballpark across the street. The more things change, the more they stay the same.