Tuesday, June 15, 1948
By the time I get back, Dad and Grandpa are standing
in the gangway, smoking. They're talking about
Earl Caldwell's single, the one that won it, but they look
nervous. I know Dad is going to be mad because I took
so long with the autograph. But something else is the
Dad just says Let's get a move on. It's almost midnight.
We'll be OK Grandpa says.
Yeah. When we're in the car with the doors locked.
Come on Pop. Come on Steve.
I'm ready to go anyway. I wanted Luke Appling's
autograph or even Taffy Wright would of been OK, but
when I get to the dugout Appling and Wright are in the
showers already and who the heck is left? Then just
when I'm turning around I bump into Seerey. Really,
he's standing there and I kind of walk right into him.
He's fat for a ballplayer. I say Sorry and he says That's
OK kiddo do you want me to sign your program and
I'm sort of embarrassed because one, I don't have a
program with me, and another, I actually didn't. I
wanted Appling, not Seerey, who's this new guy from
Cleveland that Frank Lane traded for Bob Kennedy and
Al Gettel, he's supposed to be a power hitter but he
hasn't done much yet and the White Sox are way last,
sixteen games out, they're going to need a lot more
than Seerey. Though he did get that single in the third.
They beat the Yankees nine to eight tonight but it took
eleven innings. Rickie says they're crummy and he's
going to start rooting for the Cubs.
Here's where the trouble begins:
Comiskey Park in the '40s.
But now I've been waiting half an hour so I say
Sure. Because I think at least I should have someone's
autograph for when I get back because it's so late and
Dad's going to be mad, which he was.