“Hot Dogs Here!” My Day as a Ballpark Hot Dog Vendor
Photo: Hank Pearl
Me in a White Sox hat is indeed an alarming sight. But as it turns out, the Sox’s catering company was lot cooler than Wrigley’s at letting me do my dad-shorts-and-sneakers fantasy camp. I walked many, many flights of concerete stairs, and everything I made went to White Sox Charities. I can’t change my baseball-fan stripes, but the Sox overwhelmingly won my eternal respect.