I grew up on the South Side of Chicago and my earliest memories of baseball revolve around my father’s love of the White Sox. Then, as now, the White Sox were the red-headed step-child of the Chicago sports world.

Not that it mattered to my father.

Strange as it seems, today the White Sox are not my favorite baseball team – that distinction goes to the Boston Red Sox. You can imagine that over the last 25 years many have asked why a born and bred Chicagoan would root for Red Sox. Full Story »