Go Astros?

I really hope Houston wins Game 4 tonight. Because I'm going to be seeing a show, and won't be around to watch. If the White Sox were to win the World Series and I missed the whole game, I would be a little sad. Also, not that I want to tempt fate, but it would be awfully cool if the Sox could win it in Chicago. So ... I'm sending vibes the Astros' way. We'll see if that works.

Ozzzzzie

When I was in junior high, I was a HUGE fan of the White Sox. I saw one game at Comiskey and a few in Milwaukee (where I cheered my heart out for the Sox ... sorry Brewers). Since then (ever since a promising season was basically traded away with a few pitchers) I haven't paid as much attention. But I've had my eye on the Sox. Ozzie Guillen was my boy back in the day (he had my favorite helmet ever, too) so I'm thrilled to see him lead the Sox into the World Series. I'm only sorry Frank Thomas is injured.

That said, I cheered for the Cubs when they made their run. I have spent a lot of time in Chicago, I have a lot of friends who are huge fans, and the city was a happy place while that was going on. And God help us, if the Brewers were ever to make it back to the playoffs, I'd go crazy cheering for them too. You could claim I'm not a true fan of any of those teams ... or maybe I'm a fan of ALL those teams, and the cities involved, and the other fans involved, and the game of baseball.

At any rate, the Sox are now up 2 games to none, and I'm simply tickled. GO SOX! Somewhere deep inside me a giddy eighth grader is beside herself.

Old summer(ish) diary selections

Heidi, this first one's for you...

Tuesday, May 19th, 1987 [dictated to my mother]
Last week was my friend Nicole's birthday party. She was 7 years old. When I got there there were some other kids. Their names were: Nicole's sister Bridget and a couple of her cousins, Melissa, Megan, Shannon, Heidi, Angela, Amanda, and another Nicole. Today at school I was playing something with Heidi Ervin. We were playing a game we call Toss the Wrapper. We played it on one of the chutes that has 4 little holes. You were supposed to toss the ball and see which hole it would come out, but we took a wrinkled up Fruit Wrinkles wrapper and tossed it in. We picked 2 holes, and if it came out the other 2 we would see who gets it first and that person would get to throw it. Until the wrapper got stuck. Then we played with a rock doing the same thing until Heidi got hit on the head with the rock - then we quit.

Wednesday, August 2, 1989 [written by me]
Yesterday was the best night of my life. I think. Anyway last night I went to a Brewers game. The Brewers won! 4-2. I ate a bratwurst and malt cup. On the way to the game dad's car failed 7 times! When the game was over we walked over to a man who's tag said Hank. He gave Andrea a lineup! I was just feeling jealous when he said then you can have this. He handed me the baseball Robin Yount had hit to the dugout! What a night!

Heehee. It doesn't take an incredible amount to make a 9-year-old happy. I wonder where that baseball is now.