What’s your most vivid Hot Stove memory? Any year, good or bad. As usual, you don’t have to ask me twice to tell some story of my White Sox past.
1981: When I was a kid, I didn’t know squat about the rest of the baseball. As far as I was concerned, baseball consisted of the White Sox and a bunch of guys who, I assumed, were just trucked in for the day to give my Sox something to do. Before the age of 10, I couldn’t have named one player on another team.