Yes. I did indeed see the incredible parade for our south-side heroes today. What an amazing mass of humanity, confetti, and chants of "Paulie, Paulie" and "Ozzie, Ozzie." SInce I began watching this team as a little boy back in 1977 at Old Comiskey Park, I never thought I would live to see the day our Chicago White Sox would bring home a World Series Championship. Even days later, I still pinch myself, shaking my head, amazed not only with what our White Sox did, but the amazing way in which they did it.
Like so many of us devoted fans, I was unable to actually get inside the ballpark for the World Series. Still, I stood outside the park at the start of Game 1, wanting to somehow, someway, be around this wondrous, historic event. As I listened to the introductions of the ballplayers on my radio headset, chills went up and down my spine. I especially loved Nancy Faust’s satirical rendition of the theme song for "Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood" when Roger Clemens was introduced. I was 9 years old again. Just a kid who played ball and admired those who helped instill within me a passion for baseball and the Chicago White Sox.
Here’s to our amazing team, and a long, wonderful offseason of memories almost too incredible to believe…