Happy Father's Day to all you fathers out there on SSS. I have many great memories with my own 4 kids. Recently, I became a grandfather so Father's Day just got all that more awesome. But on this Father's Day, I want to memorialize my own father who I credit with making me a lifelong fan of the White Sox.My dad grew up in Des Moines and was a lifelong Cubs fan. The Cubs had a farm team in Des Moines and he listened to the Cubbie radio feed growing up. He moved to Chicago in the early 60s. At his funeral, I eulogized him by saying he moved to Chicago to become an animal lover: Cubs, Bulls, and Bears. In reality, he was a sports fan and just loved to sit and watch any game of baseball, basketball, football (American variety) and hockey. We spent many evenings watching or listening to Brickhouse and Harry (pre-cable).
One of my best memories with my dad was going to the the famous bat day double header on June 2, 1972. It was back before TV ruled the the game and teams actually scheduled double headers on major holiday week ends. I was an 11-year old and we sat up in the left field upper deck. I honestly cannot remember much about the games but it definitely made me a life long Sox fan. The atmosphere was electric with 51,000 plus rocking old Comiskey (plus I got a cool mini bat), two doses of Harry's 7th inning singing, hot dogs, cracker jacks, and popcorn with my dad. We witnessed the start of a mini-love affair between the White Sox and Chicago when Dick Allen capped a sweep of the evil empire with a three run walk off in the night cap. Those Allen, Melton, Wood teams caught my attention during my little league days when my dad was teaching me to keep my glove down on ground balls and to break in a new glove by applying ample glove oil, putting a ball in the pocket, and sleep with it under my pillow at night. (reminds me it has been way too long since I have had my glove out).
Our last Sox game together was in 1993 at the home playoff game against the Blue Jays.
So Happy Father's Day Dad. Thanks for the great memories. Any other great father-son or father-daughter memories to share connected with the Sox?