i was a boy for some reason i remember it being a very big deal to
have the official jacket of your favorite team. somehow i remember
it being a very expensive and rare idea. but my mom was always very
good to me and my sister and i think on my 16th birthday i got it
and i was so happy and mary really liked the cubs' shy second baseman,
mr. ryne sandberg - as did most of the ladies of chicagoland.
my jacket ended up in her hands and she took this picture and it became
my favorite picture for a pretty long time. weird how it was in the
bottom of a shoebox for the last year or two.
that a lesson for us?