September 28, 2010

AND PLAY THE PIPE ORGAN LOWLY:

As the pipe organ melodies fade away (Beth Finke, September 28, 2010, Chicago Tribune)

My visit to U.S. Cellular Field on Sept. 18 was bittersweet. Not because of the team — it actually did better than I expected this year. It was because of the organist. This is Nancy Faust's last year at the pipe organ, and the Sept. 18 game against the Detroit Tigers was "Faust Fest." You know, in honor of her 41 years entertaining fans at White Sox games.

My relationship with Nancy Faust started on another bittersweet day — the day my eye surgeon told my husband, Mike, and me that none of my surgeries were successful. The year was 1985. I was 26 years old. Going to a ballgame after learning I'd be blind the rest of my life was probably a strange thing to do, but it beat heading home and sitting on our pitiful secondhand couch and wondering where to turn next.

The White Sox were having a bad year. There were maybe 8,000 people in the stands. Floyd Bannister pitched. The Sox lost. But it was strangely pleasant, sitting next to Mike at the game, not giving a thought to eyes or surgery.

We each had a bratwurst and a beer. Between bites and gulps and giving me play-by-play, Mike bantered with other fans, cursing the underachievers on the team. I didn't need to be able to read a scorecard to figure out who was up to bat — Nancy's song selection provided the names for me.

Posted by Orrin Judd at September 28, 2010 5:49 AM
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