Comes in many forms.

It’s 2:15 Friday afternoon and we’re in line. That’s what one does at SoxFest. We stand for a while in the cattle-chute railings that are set up in the Empire Room after waiting for a time like scattered leaves in the Palmer House lobby. That time spent standing becomes too much time and we sit on the floor.

I look around from my seat on the carpet and take in the Empire Room. For decades this was a night club where nattily-dressed men and diamond-bedecked women enjoyed steak, bourbon,...

Know-it-all Blogger here today. Hiya, folks. I'm glad to be here today to dispense my wisdom to all who are in dire need of it. After you read me, you'll all feel much better. A glow shall form around your faces, the glow that comes from coming within my aura. Me on the other hand, I'm going to feel even worse, knowing I still have to share the planet with all 6 billion of you dopes.

My first take is on the 49ers-Giants game. It was won after the son of Kenny Williams made a crucial...

We're going to SoxFest. There -- I said it.

I'd been waffling all winter because I was frustrated with the 2011 season and with the ragged way the season ended. But then it snowed.

I was shoveling the snow and thinking how much I wasn't looking forward to the work week. Then I thought about SoxFest coming up in a couple of weeks. Then I learned that son-of-tebman, my faithful baseball companion, didn't have to work that weekend. Then I remembered I have vacation days...

My family and I emigrated from Cuba in 1971. My parents brought me to the United States seeking a better life. As the oldest daughter in blue-collar, working class family, I was encouraged to focus on my studies and do well in school. My parents were kind and generous people who showered me with love and attention, and rewarded me by taking me to baseball games at Old Comiskey Park. I have been a White Sox fan for as long as I can remember.

When I was 10 years old, the one thing...