The Pink Series
Get it? Red… White… PINK?
The battle of who gets to keep their Sox.
White Sox games leave me bittersweet, remembering the good ol’ days watching the Charlotte Knights (The White Sox’ Triple A) knock around Fort Mill.
I can still remember the day Peavy pitched. Lovely.
And then… the PawSox would come into town… and I’d switch hats, turning into the traitor you see before you. Can’t mess with my Red Sox, guys. And Peavy, you were naive if you thought this would last when the REAL team came to town. I AM married, after all. Hi, Youkie.
But see, this game isn’t about nostalgia. This game is about TIM WAKEFIELD.
19 seasons. And it comes to this. GAME 200. Happens TONIGHT.
“One step closer,” he said of the 200-win mark. “I’ve been fortunate this year to pitch as well as I have. The last couple haven’t been that great, but they’ve been good enough and I’ve been fortunate to be on a great team and to get some wins here and there.”
200 or BUST. BUST. Do you hear me, Youkie? BUST.
In honor of Timmy’s milestone, I’d like to hear your Tim Wakefield memories. Shoot your best/most vivid one to the comments section.
A few changes: Gonz- scratched. Youk- first.
You can do it, hubbie.
PS- “BUST” wasn’t meant to be literal. Please don’t break, Youkie.