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 matter too.  

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.  

	Here's where the trouble begins: Comiskey Park in the '40s.

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.  

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.  

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