W is for White Sox Fan

I grew up in the northwest suburbs of Chicago.  

We were a family of Cubs fans.  We went to our annual pilgrimage to Wrigley Field each year. My first baseball glove has the cubs logo in the mitt (I still have it by the way). 

I may have stayed a Cubs fan forever if it hadn't been for these three men:

Ray Rayner

 

Dave Roller

This is the story of how a Children's T.V. host, a baseball player and my own father led me to more than 50 years of White Sox allegiance.

Ray Rayner hosted a television show on WGN TV when I was a kid. He had several regular bits he would do on the show: he would feed a duck named Chelveston while he played a popular song (where I ffirst heard American Pie), He would have a  regular visit with Lester Fisher (the director of the Lincoln Park Zoo), He would visit a puppet named Cuddly Duddly at his dog house, and in between these bits he would be a disc jocker for cartoons, (mostly Warner Brothers).  

His role in making me a Sox fan was when he would do the daily traffic and sports reports.  Equipped with a Cubs cap with a White Sox cap sewed in the back of it.  He would show the results of the previous day's baseball games.  He would switch the sides of the cap depending on which team he was reporting on.  This gave me as a child the notion that in Chicago you could like both teams.

Ray Rayner reporting on a Cubs  victory while wearing the Cubs end of his Cubs/Sox cap.

The 2nd person most responsible for me switching my favorite team from the Cubs to the Sox was my Dad.  When I was growing up the White Sox would offer 2 tickets to grade school students who either had straight A's or perfect attendance for the year.  One  l year my sister, who was the year ahead of me  achieved straight A's.  She won the two tickets and My Dad took her to a game to see the White Sox play the Baltimore Orioles.  My sister was 15 months older than me, and I had a brother 18 months younger than me.  By that time I had another brother who was still a toddler.  1 on 1 time alone with my Dad was not really something any of us kids ever got on a regular basis.  So when my Dad took Kathy to a game, I knew that was something I wanted to do as well.  When school restarted in the Fall, I was determined to win a pair of free White Sox tickets to get 3 to 5 hours alone with my Dad.  That year was the only year in my academic career that I ever had perfect attendance.  The next summer My father and I attended my first White Sox game.

Dick Allen only played 3 years on the South side but he made his presence know in a major way.  He hit 85 homes runs in those 3 years and a batting  average over .300 and the best slugging percentage of all baseball.  I remember him hitting at least 1 home run at the game we went to,  I was a White Sox fan after that.  Even without the free tickets my Dad continued to take me to at least 1 game a year through high school.  Dick Allen was my White Sox hero, but certainly not my last.  One of my Cubs hero's Don Kessinger finished his career with the White Sox as a player manager.  Carlton Fisk who was one of my favorite players on an opposing teem came to the White Sox as a free agent when I was in high school.  Wilbur Wood, Bill Melton. Bucky Dent. Jorge Orta. Harold Baines, and the list goes on and on.  Dick Allen died a few years ago but was finally elected to Baseball's Hall of Fame by the Veteran's committee and he will be inducted this year.  

When I think of the White Sox I think back of the 5o+ years of memories I have watching them.  Going to games with my Dad and taking my kids to the games.  Next Saturday I am taking my wife to the White Sox game.  They just happen to be giving away Dick Allen Hall of Fame bobble heads.  My favorite team, my favorite player and my favorite person in the world.  I don't care If I never get back.