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