Summer of 1979, my dad got home from another 12 hour shift and asked if I wanted to go to The White Sox game. Oh, heck yeah! Love my Sox!

We got to Comiskey Park and I saw a Sox replica jersey at the souvenir stand... those old school white ones with the black collars. I wanted one of those soooo bad. I asked my dad if he would spot me the 15 bucks and I would pay him back when we got home. He gave me a 20 and told me to get a hat as well and not to worry about paying him back.

We beat the Cleveland Indians and I had a great night with my dad. We didn't get home until 11 pm and he was up and out of the house by 4 am to start his 12 hour shift at 5.

Now that's a great dad!