Baseball and this Sweet, Sweet Life

Alex and I took our first Father/Son road trip over the weekend. A good friend o mine @ the HHE scored two Brewer v. Cubs tix for us. Kim booked a hotel less than ten miles from the park that had a pool. We arrived early enough on Saturday for some pre-game swimming. Got to the park just in time to watch the roof close, make our way through the makeshift Sodom and Gamorons that turned the Miller Park General Lot into Seagull Valhalla…

And we saw one hell of a game. My kid is so lucky. His first baseball game was a complete game shutout in 05 and a real pitching gem put out there by Jon Garland. He has seen a grand slam by his favorite player (Joe Crede) an extra inning game won by a WhiteSox walkoff single…even during the last place 07 Campaign Alex saw the SOX kick the fucking crap out of the Twins and we basically sat down ten minutes before a three home run inning for the SOX.

And Saturday, even tho neither of us are Cub fans, seeing Lily carrying a no-no into the 7th…I’ve never seen a no-no go that long. To be honest, I was rooting for the no-no. What baseball fan wouldn’t root for it unless it was against their favorite team?

We came back to the hotel and did some more swimming, chilled in the hot tub and talked about our favorite Miller Park moments, then ate a shitload of food and fell asleep watching a show about the earth from 4 billion years ago to yesterday.

Ok, not yesterday…and normally Alex and I would’ve watched the show about the turbulent history of our planet with great interest…but considering our drive, the hike from general parking to the top of Miller Park, two swimming sessions and everything else…we crashed. Didn’t even brush our teeth or call mama to tell her good night. We partied hard.

The next morning, more swimming and a trip to the Basilica of St. Josephat. I thought the Basilica at Marquette was beautiful but this church, built by Polish immigrants at the end of the 19th Century, made our spirits and imaginations soar. Alex spent the whole mass counting patterns in the art and benches and walls and everywhere he looked. There was Latin and Polish words of inspiration carved everywhere in magnificent scripts. The good people of Milwaukee are down with the Lord.

I looked at the boy during our Creed and fought back tears. Our faith is what I have to give him. Our faith, the beauty of baseball and love, I bequeath all these to this person so dear to me…

And after the market closed today I’m lucky to even have that to leave the boy.

Let's forget the market and talk about a success story. The WhiteSOX season, after the win today is a success in my opinion. Most people picked my beloved SOX to finish 4th. Let me say, Fuck you ha ha.

That includes me by the way, so "Fuck you" to me say I. I don't know what will happen tomorrow against the hated Twins, but to go from being an afterthought to one game away from an AL Central crown, well that is more than I dreamt possible this year.

Alexis Ramirez? Are you kidding me? Thanks for a great year boys, here's hoping for one more against the Twinkies. Punto and Gomez celebrated last Thursday like they either won the World Series or broke their seals when all they did was sweep the SOX in the Garbage Bag Dome. The Twins are the better team but I hope to fuck that the South Siders send 'em back to Burt Be Home By Leven a'weeping.