Thursday, June 5

Watch out for those White Sox!
Today I heard proof that kid's do indeed say the darndest things. This story isn't even about my own flesh and blood (although she was present), but about a kid across the street. We were all playing catch and decided to divide up into teams. Of course the young ones wanted to be the home team, Cardinals. On a team of one, I had to pick a different ball club. Benny, 7, offered me some words of wisdom with the passion and drama one would expect from a scout in WWII relaying that he had just seen 2 dozen Panzer tanks headed this way.

"Whatever you do, don't pick the White Socks!!! Because when they pitch balls instead of strikes, the umpire bleeds!"

I made him repeat the story several times to make sure I heard correctly since his two front baby teeth are about to fall out so he sounds a bit funny, and that is indeed what he said. He couldn't elaborate, but he was so convincing, I wasn't about to pick any team that was remotely close to Chicago.