the Stitches of EastSox
Going through my winter hats yesterday to get ready for the Big Chill ahead, I found a dirty, crushed up gem. It’d been laying fallow all summer, waiting for the fallish rains to wake it back up. It’s Black and is just too hot for summer duty but perfect for the low grade sun of Autumn.
SO on it goes. And Stays. Through Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Ball game.
Ball Game? Oui! At 7pm at night, it is still on my head because said hat, dear friends is a WHITE SOX hat. For some reason during the day, this dirty number has distinguished me from other Chicagoans – those who the South Siders are calling casual observers, johnny-come-latelies, fakers! or worse. Who knew that perhaps the greatest rivalry between ball teams wouldn’t be with the team actually in the World series but a team in the SAME TOWN! A guy hissed at me the other day, “You’re a Cub fan aren’t you, I can tell…” like it was branded invisibly on my head.
My Answer: “DUDE! I’m a CHICAGO FAN!” And I’ve got the hat to prove it…” Not for me the ridiculous boiling rivalry between the boys above and below Roosevelt Road!
This magical Chapeau did not protect me from the game itself – a WHOOPER! It started late and went ON and ON and ON and my nerves could not take it – here in the chilly night on a Tuesday! a *school* night a night without excuse for the boss for showing up hosed in the AM because of those PM deeds of bravery and excess damn the consequences – I’m a FAN! But I’m a chick for chrissake and that just don’t FLY…
So I was driven by the 4th inning to do what any sensible person would: I pulled out the Dye Pot. I decided to brew us up a victory! I could adjust the color temperature of the cotton Ribby I was working on. Its green was not the GREEN! I wanted to wear and it was going on and on lanquishing in the work basket mocking me like that Cub Fan from the North…
Grinder Ball Ruled as I stirred and stirred hovering over the pot for the first 20 minutes of the immersion effect. My nerves were such that when the SOX pulled away and started handing out whompass in droves in the 5th, I was standing in the kitchen, knitting an actual SOCK! while watching the TV in the living room, stirring my sweater every 5 minutes.
And the game went On and On and ON!
And I turned a Heel!
And I Blocked the GREEN! Ribby!
And I fell asleep in the 9th when the score was tied!
But indeed, the hat was still on my head this morning when I woke up and read:
SOX WIN!
Ode to Geoff Blum: All over the city, The People are taping White Sweat Socks in all their windows…
na na na na hey hey hey….
“The 5-hour, 41-minute game was the longest by time in World Series history and tied for the longest in innings.”
…Chicago Sun-Times
It ended after 14 innings, with a Blum homer,
at around 1AM this morning…
I’ve been in exile from New England since 1998. The anxiety of last year’s World Series drove me to a garter-stitch scarf (with novelty carry-along, just to complete my abjection), so I can imagine a little of what you’re going through. Believe!
Yay for the Ribby Cardi and yay for the Sox!
SOX rule!
Congrats to your White Sox.
Yeah, I tried to knit through the game too but was defeated by the 12th inning or so. And just as well because the Astros lost! (I’m in Houston). I think we’ve just got to admit that the Sox are a better team… it pains me to say it, but I think it’s true.
GO SOX!!!!!
See – now you know what it’s like in NYC. The Yanks/Mets series was SERIOUS stuff.
SOUTH SIDE RULES!
I totally tried to make it through the game…I fell asleep in the 7th, woke up in the 9th and went to bed in the 10th. My husband stayed up and watched until the 13th, and I fell asleep with a pillow over my head so that I wouldn’t listen to the game. First thing this morning, I hit the internet for a score and was pleasently surprised!! Hopefully, tonight is the night!! Make sure your car is out of harms way if it is….
I made it, bleary-eyed, through the 12th inning. Then I decided they’d have to finish this one without me. I’ve been knitting during the game (nothing more involved than ribbing, or else the result would be disastrous) and grading midterm exams during the commercials. Good thing there’s a game tonight, because midterm grades are due tomorrow!
Dang, chica, you were seriously gettin’ stuff done while I was sleeping the night away. You rule! Chicago rules!
And have you seen the head of hair on our Geoff Blum?
My son would be proud of your hat. He’s the first to confront johnny-come-lately Red Sox fans and has my 25-year-old sweatshirt to prove his life-long allegiance.
I’m so glad to see SOMEBODY in the AL Central go to the Big Dance! Too bad my Twins and Tribe decided to pack the season in in August and September respectively.
GO SOX!
Dawn in Flyover Country.