Last night marked the 33rd anniversary of the one time I was a hooligan. Yes, my mother would be proud--I never made the evening news again after me and thousands of my friends rioted at Comiskey Park just that one time all those years ago...
otherwise known as "Disco Demolition":
While I'm proud of that moment in my history, I do have to admit to just going to the game because it cost .98 cents (to coincide with the station's number on the dial--98) and a disco record to get in. What a deal that was to a Sox fan back in the day! Seriously--I wasn't a Steve Dahl listener at the time--I went for the double-header.
Yes, I ran out on the field with the rest of the knuckleheads, but intelligence prevailed and we went back to our seats after a short time. And then proceeded to boo the idiots on the field who caused the second game to be cancelled.
Shhhhhh. But don't tell my kids. I wear this event of my "wild" youth proudly....and never let them forget that I was there.