tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597761046378693913.post1908976113021389197..comments2023-11-07T22:43:36.262-08:00Comments on Notes from the Ironbound: An Ode To Paul KonerkoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597761046378693913.post-37141759124746129742014-09-25T20:23:11.710-07:002014-09-25T20:23:11.710-07:00Well put. I was raised a Cubs fan, but without the...Well put. I was raised a Cubs fan, but without the Sox hatred that often goes with the territory. When I cared about baseball the most, both teams were terrible, so the fan rivalry seemed kind of pointless and driven by stereotypes. I even flirted with the Sox for a while in high school and beyond, since their games were more affordable than those of the Cubs, and many Cubs fans bugged me (or maybe it was the national perception of Cubs fans? No matter).<br /><br />I always appreciated Frank Thomas (I think he's my favorite), and got to meet Ozzie Guillen a couple of times (his description of Bobbie Jenks is priceless), but Paul Konerko was and is a class act, and whenever the Cubs and Sox played during interleague, I dreaded his at-bats. One thing that always struck me about him was how much he put into every single plate appearance. He would focus so intently, and swing with such force, that when he missed, he would seem to screw himself into the ground, Bugs Bunny-style. And when he connected, as in the highlight you mentioned in the post ...Matt J.noreply@blogger.com