
I wasn’t born a White Sox fan. In fact, I was raised to cheer for that other team on the North Side, despite growing up in the heart of White Sox territory.
My earliest baseball memories involve Wrigley Field, the 1984 Cubs and Leon Durham. My dad, a liquor truck driver, even nearly ran over Harry Caray one afternoon as the legendary broadcaster stumbled out of a neighborhood establishment. That’s about as Chicago as a childhood can get.
But I was always a little Sox-curious.
I remember being fascinated by the 1983 “Winning Ugly” team and sitting in the Golden Box seats at old Comiskey Park for a game against the Detroit Tigers. Still, it wasn’t until the fall of 1989 that my transformation into a die-hard South Sider became official.
While attending Mark Twain Elementary on Chicago’s Southwest Side, I earned three free White Sox tickets for perfect attendance. My mother, being the resourceful woman she was, made photocopies. Somehow, those three games turned into 27. My best friend and I would hop on the Archer Avenue bus, transfer to the 35th Street bus and spend our afternoons and evenings at Comiskey Park. To this day, I can still hear Nancy Faust playing Fine Young Cannibals on rainy days here in Omaha, Neb.
By 1992 and 1993, I was dating an Andy Frain usher, which meant sneaking into practically every home game after the sixth inning. And yes, I was there when Bo Jackson launched his unforgettable home run as the Sox clinched the 1993 AL West title.
Since then, my loyalty has never wavered. I’ve held partial season tickets, including during that magical 2005 season, driven hundreds of miles to catch games and even missed the first day of school as a teacher to attend Pope Hat Night. Yeah, I’m that kind of fan.
Although I was born on Chicago’s North Side at Kiddleland, I’m a South Sider through and through.
Professionally, I spent 16 years working as a journalist in Illinois, Indiana and Florida before transitioning into education in 2012. Since then, I’ve taught English, journalism, photography, newspaper and social studies. Today, I’m a high school journalism adviser in Omaha, Nebraska.
Away from the ballpark and classroom, I’m the proud father of two boys who attend Illinois State University. As a proud Southern Illinois University Saluki myself, I’ve learned to tolerate having a couple of Redbirds in the family. But no matter where life takes me, Chicago’s South Side will always be home.
The White Sox have given me plenty of reasons to question my sanity over the years, but never my loyalty. After all, being a Sox fan isn’t supposed to be easy. If it were, everyone would do it.
Hometown: That’s hard to pinpoint. I grew up in Cicero/Berwyn/Garfield Ridge. I owned a home in Plainfield and lived throughout Florida (Stuart/Fort Pierce/Daytona Beach/Jacksonville), and now I reside in Omaha.
How did you join South Side Sox? I was sent an email by Brett Ballantini early in October after he saw some of my work at Sox on 35th and asked if I would be interested in joining.
What is your favorite type of writing or coverage at SSS? Although I love to cover games, I do enjoy writing feature stories. I’m looking forward to seeing what challenges await me this upcoming year.
If you could have any job in baseball, what would it be and why? I would love to work in media relations and handle the press releases and press packets.
White Sox fan since 1983ish. However, I will say, I was all-in by 1986.
First White Sox memory: I remember bits and pieces of the 1983 team, but I was still so young. I truly remember some of those late 1980s teams with Bobby Thigpen, Ivan Calderon, Carlton Fisk, Dan Pasqua, Ozzie Guillén, etc.
Favorite White Sox memory: Easy, the 2025 World Series championship. I will say, being at the game when the Sox clinched the division in 1993 was great, and so was being at the Blackout game in 2008.
Favorite current White Sox player: This team has grown on me, for obvious reasons. However, I don’t know if I’ve attached myself to one player yet. It’ll get there.
Favorite White Sox player ever: Either Frank Thomas or Paul Konerko. I could go with Mark Buehrle. I’d love to say Ken Griffey Jr. (but that’s only because he’s one of my all-time favorites).
Next White Sox statue: Wait, they’re giving out more? I would think José Abreu would be one, or potentially Robin Ventura. Could A.J. get one?
Next White Sox retired number: Either Abreu or Ventura (although I think I’d go Abreu first).
Future White Sox Hall-of-Famers: That’s a tough one. I don’t know if we’re going to see someone getting into Cooperstown anytime soon.
Mark Buehrle: Would love to see it.
Joe Jackson: Would love to see it.
Paul Konerko: Would love to see it.
Chris Sale: Might/Could (but he won’t go in with a White Sox cap).
Wilbur Wood: Don’t know much about why he’s been passed up.
Nancy Faust: She deserves her own wing!
Go-to concession food at Sox Park: Anything at the park is amazing. Seriously.
Favorite Baseball Movie: Major League. Sure, I can go with the more traditional ones, but it’s the one that I enjoy the most from my childhood.
Favorite Ballpark: Currently? Both San Francisco and Pittsburgh come to mind. I’m on 21 parks right now, and I love the majority of them (even Oakland). Our park has some flaws, but there’s nothing better than watching the Sox play on the South Side.
South Side Sox on the Field: In my past life, I played a little outfield and first base. As I get older, I think my ultimate position would be 1B. However, I don’t know if I would have the power numbers to maintain the position for too long.
True or false: Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn’t thinking isn’t thinking of. Ahh, They May Be Giants. Interesting last question. I don’t want to have to think that hard. Being a teacher and surviving each day is tough as it is.


















