Night Owl Cards

Thirty-five years ago today, I read about the White Sox's disastrous Disco Demolition Night in the evening newspaper. That's how leisurely life was as an adolescent in 1979. Entire news cycles -- what was a news cycle? -- could go by before I absorbed anything that was taking place outside of my own neighborhood. But there on the shag carpeting (I would often read the paper on the floor back then), I learned that the previous night the White Sox were forced to call off and eventually forfeit the second game of a doubleheader against the Tigers after fans stormed the field prior to the second game, incited by the announced mission (and probably a few drinks) to blow up disco records. I don't remember my thoughts after reading the story. It was a period of upheaval in my life, too. My grandfather was ill. He wasn't my flesh-and-blood grandfather. My grandmother had remarried five years earlier and this new man took to his new grandkids like they were his own. He wa...