April showers brings May flowers, so the saying goes. As a Chicagoan I always say, “at least it ain’t snow.” For my first Sox game of the season I had hoped to see the O-Birds get spanked at the Joan. Instead, I sat in the wet until the announcement was made that the game would be postponed until Noon the following day. Driving home I wondered if sitting through rain delays makes you a die-hard fan? Or does it take the additional step of canceling your plans for the following day and going to the park to cheer for your team? Quickly I came to realize that what ever it is that makes a die-hard fan, I’m not one. Even if I had free season tickets, there’s no way I would block-out that much time to drive down to the ball yard, 2-4 times a week over a 7-month period. And the only reason I had sat there was because I was prepared for the weather (wore my foul weather gear, reflective safety stripes and all) and had a mean hankering for an Italian Sausage with peppers, onions and mustard. This season they've bags of hot roasted in shell peanuts for sale at the Joan. A bag in each pocket is an excellent way to keep your hands warm. GO SOX!!

A huge thanks to the White Sox organization for remembering Terry and recognizing him as a member of their family during the Opening Day Ceremony.

Holler :-0
Stan and Terry

I had a great time at McGowan’s (aka L. Woods’ Tap & Pine Lodge) for this years’ St. Patrick’s Day Festivities. Thanks again to everyone who expressed their condolences, and fond memories of our show.

Driving through Algonquin on my way to Randy Salerno’s Memorial Service, I saw a sign. The sign read “Snow Boarding”. And as the light snow that fell turned into a blizzard, I decided to take up snow boarding. Since I was the only member of my household that didn’t snow board, my epiphany was welcomed. A family getaway to Wisconsin for a couple of days on the slopes seemed like a perfect thing to do for Spring Break. But I couldn’t get the lodging I wanted for the days we planned, so instead of bindings, it was board shorts at Gurnee’s newest indoor water park. The madness of March college basketball tournament play beamed from the TV, as we ate in the beach themed restaurant. As I urged Kansas State to play better D, I remembered being at a water park around this time last year. Terry and I had traveled to Utica, IL to do our show from the water parks’ arcade. Terry was the defending champ of Steve’s annual bracket pool, and we were the CBS Channel 2 defending champs. If memory serves me correct, I was pulling for KS that day too.

I’m not in any bracket pool this year, but I’m pulling for the Tar Heels to win it all. Did I forget to mention I won Steve’s pool last year?

Stan and Terry