Baseball’s Sad Lexicon
These are the saddest of possible words:
“Tinker to Evers to Chance.”
Trio of bear cubs, and fleeter than birds,
Tinker and Evers and Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double –
Words that are heavy with nothing but trouble:
“Tinker to Evers to Chance.”
Say It All In Six Words
For Sale: baby shoes, never worn. — Earnest Hemingway
My Boring Rose Bowl Story
There and Back Again
by Dean Santarinala
The Midwest winter air bit through the many layers of clothing and blankets worn by the Delta Chapter actives on this fortunate December night. Only hours earlier, the brothers banded together in front of their luxurious 65” HDTV to hear the good news that their Fighting Illini would be facing off against USC’s Trojans in the 2008 Rose Bowl. After waiting in line outside of their beloved Assembly Hall for more than eight hours in below-freezing weather, it was finally their turn to buy Rose Bowl Tickets.
