That’s funny. Thanks to Danny Sullivan for sending this along.
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Ozzie is my homeboy.
It’s hard to be a SOX fan right now. Tied for first with the Twinkees and, well, the good guys lack confidence and it really shows on the field.
Not so much.
They’ve even lost some fights – it seems AJ is always on the ass end of an ass beating and Sunday was no different.
Except one thing stood out. For once (or maybe this was the second or third time ever) – Ozzie was right to have a fit.
Usually he’s playing tough guy / player’s best friend and defending the millionaires on the most mundane of issues. A beat throw. A missed tag. But Sunday was nothing short of quality management.
In honor of his spirited show, I wore my misspelled Ozzy is My Homeboy t-shirt yesterday. Yes, I paid money knowing it was wrong. It was well worth $15 to have all these Texans stare for they have no idea of the greatness embedded in my cotton shirt.
Together we have hope. Not the “it’s gonna happen” type of hope, but hope that Ozzie’s tirade can turn around an aged, streaky team with nowhere near the domination seen in 2005.
Damnit, go you SOX!
GO already! Win… for Ozzie’s sake.
Upcoming trips
Holy crap, we’re leaving Texas.
Not for good, mind you – Austin still feels like vacation to this northerner. But we are hitting the road for a couple of fun trips.
SAN FRANCISCO – August 10-13
Stacey’s company is sending her to UXWeek – a top-end conference for User Experience leads. She’ll learn a lot, I’ll ride my bike to coffee shops and eat seafood.
Actually, we do get a couple days to play and hope to take in a ballgame that Sunday at a park we’ve never been to, and see my cousin and a couple of friends. Karen and Corky are watching the kids – an amazingly-nice thing for them to do.
TOUR DE MIDWEST – September 23-October 4
This is a big trip – kiddos included this time. We were going to drive, but realize how sucky that would be with two, 16-month-old toddlers in a car for a total of four days. This schedule is still being worked on, BTW.
09.22 – 09.25 Galena, IL for the Goeres Family Reunion
09.26 Stopover in South Bend, IN to see the Bell family
09.27 Stopover in St. Joe, MI to see the Finnigans
09.28 – 09.30 Ashley Family time in Allegan, MI and Kalamazoo, MI (look at this sweet house my sister is buying – but don’t make fun of the bushes)
10.01 – 10.04 Doyle Family time and friends in Chicago, IL
For the last few days we rented a condo close to Comiskey Park. I’m not a man to upset the baseball Gods, so let’s just say I hope the White Sox are still playing at that time of year. The condo is big, has a great party deck on the third floor and overlooks the city (best view from the Southside, natch).
Hope to see y’all soon enough!
An open letter to our favorite manager of all time, Mr. Ozzie Guillen.
Dear Ozzie,
I’ve been a fan of yours since you were tagged out on first base with the old hidden ball trick. If memory serves me right, it happened to you again a week later.
Despite falling prey to such rookie high jinks, you’ve lead the Southside Hitmen to a World Series victory and several big wins over the dreaded northsiders.
Enter 2008, and both clubs are on top of the heap, with the boys in blue playing out of their heads. So I have some advice, Mr. Guillen:
look to the bench.
My favorite memories of our boys beating the Chubbies have nothing to do with AJ or Paulie and even Jermaine. I think of
Mike Caruso and Rob Mackowiak – two unassuming players on the fringe, who helped push the beloved Sox to glorious victory.
Speed is on your side against this club – their backstop has only caught 11 guys all year. So go for it. Put Paulie on the DL and get your Owens running, or have your Wise guy intimidate.
They’re hungry, and so are we.
GO SOX!
Heeeeeey Bo Diddley!
One of my friends from SXSW, Andy, had a funny quip when I mentioned that I miss a good rhythm and blues riff (not found with the new bands).
He simply said “that’s because you’re old” in his thick Edinburgh accent.
It’s true, I grew up eons ago on the Southside of Chicago. We regularly saw great blues acts, like Buddy Guy, Ko Ko Taylor and Bo Diddley, at P.J. Flahertys on 95th. My friend Brian Finn worked the door and I never paid a cover, and hardly ever paid for a drink with Patty behind the bar.
In particular, I recall the Bo Diddley show – he was a man amongst men on stage. Pure self-imposed greatness (he hardly got the credit he deserved), even his first hit was titled “Bo Diddley”, followed years later by “Hey Bo Diddley” and “Diddling”.
His music was covered by big acts, like the Beatles and Stones, who were looking to re-invent the Chicago style. And by George Thorogood who brought “Who do you love?” into the mainstream . His notes were used by everyone – Elvis, U2, The Animals, The Clash, The Stooges and dozens more.
I hope Bo found love in life, because his music was an amazing part of mine. I was fortunate to have his talents in “my backyard”, and I think he deserves credit as the father of Rock and Roll
RIP, Bo Diddley.