MrRoboto83
11-08-2005, 07:21 PM
Dennis Deyoung former lead singer for Styx life long Sox fan talks about him and his Dad going to Sox games.
http://www.dennisdeyoung.com/
Hey Everybody,
To be honest I'm not sure where to begin. So many exciting and literally unbelievable things have occurred over the last few weeks that I'm nearly speechless (remember I did say nearly).
First, THE CHICAGO WHITE SOX WIN THE WORLD SERIES! That's right SEIRES DLROW EHT NIW XOS ETIHW OGACIHC EHT, backwards. forwards anyway you like it it's still true.
My dad took me to my first Sox game when I was nine years old and to this day I still recall the moment we emerged from the dark concourse stairs leading us up to the field and into a magical world of emerald green and blinding sunlight. One hand in my dad's the other in my glove, with the dream of catching a foul ball, I stood at the crossroads of innocence and hope. Oh the sights of the uniforms, the scoreboard, the upper deck and the enormity of the park itself. The sounds of "peanuts, get your peanuts," "hey ump get's some glasses," the organ playing "Take me Out To The Ballgame" and of course the crack of the bat. The smells of fresh grass and hot dogs mingling perfectly with the aroma of beer and cigars.
A day to remember, a day forever etched in my mind.
WHITE SOX WORLD CHAMPS, long time coming, worth the wait. I only wish my dad were here to have seen it.
http://www.dennisdeyoung.com/
Hey Everybody,
To be honest I'm not sure where to begin. So many exciting and literally unbelievable things have occurred over the last few weeks that I'm nearly speechless (remember I did say nearly).
First, THE CHICAGO WHITE SOX WIN THE WORLD SERIES! That's right SEIRES DLROW EHT NIW XOS ETIHW OGACIHC EHT, backwards. forwards anyway you like it it's still true.
My dad took me to my first Sox game when I was nine years old and to this day I still recall the moment we emerged from the dark concourse stairs leading us up to the field and into a magical world of emerald green and blinding sunlight. One hand in my dad's the other in my glove, with the dream of catching a foul ball, I stood at the crossroads of innocence and hope. Oh the sights of the uniforms, the scoreboard, the upper deck and the enormity of the park itself. The sounds of "peanuts, get your peanuts," "hey ump get's some glasses," the organ playing "Take me Out To The Ballgame" and of course the crack of the bat. The smells of fresh grass and hot dogs mingling perfectly with the aroma of beer and cigars.
A day to remember, a day forever etched in my mind.
WHITE SOX WORLD CHAMPS, long time coming, worth the wait. I only wish my dad were here to have seen it.