The older that I get, the more astonished I become. If it wasn’t for astonishment, I would just be getting old.
We are getting closer to the smell of onions and mustard in the concourse At Comiskey Park.
I have decided not to let one hundred and twenty-one losses last year, deter me away from rooting for my team.
People come in and out of our lives, but the ballpark is always there.
