I'm a single mom, and there's nothing better than summertime and taking my two Sox Fans to the game. See, they are 15 years old and 12 years old, and most of the time I am just mom. But, when we are talking Sox, watching Sox, or best of all, attending Sox Games, I am actually a rather cool mom. But, I am quick to remember, that won't last long, so I better enjoy it!

The trek to U.S. Cellular Field starts as usual at our house. What did we wear last time? Kelsey is convinced that she wore her Joe Crede jersey last game and they won, so she HAS to wear it again. Matt dons his A.J. Pierzynski jersey and I am deciding between the white or black Paul Konerko jersey. Black it is tonight because they won last time I wore black. You see, we are convinced we have something to do with the outcomes of these games. We talk about "our boys" (as we refer to them) like they are part of our family.

We climb in the car and turn on the pregame show to make the drive from Downers Grove. We pull into Parking Lot C in just under 35 minutes. It's a breeze getting there, and parking in a lot is the best way to go.

After a short walk to the park, we are already discussing who wants what to eat. I stick with my favorite -- Italian sausage with marinara sauce. Matt goes for the hot dogs and Kelsey only wants the curly fries. The night is not complete without Dippin' Dots for Matt. However, in the past years, whenever I make the run for the Dots, I miss something great, like an A.J. home run one time or actually being on TV when we were in Baltimore. Matt's big enough now, so he just asks for the cash to get his own, and he is off to make his purchase.

Tonight, we got some new memories to take home with us. We got to see some firsts. Danny Richar got his first big league hit, and Jerry Owens, his first big league homer. We got to see a wonderful fireworks show after the game. Best of all, we got to see a WIN, and I got to see it with my two favorite people. After the game and the fireworks, we head back to the car to listen to the postgame show.

One of my best White Sox memories was one game I took my nephew to last year. I only had two tickets and could not just bring one of my kids. So, I asked Nate to come. We were lucky enough to get Sox Pride Fan Club seats about 20 rows behind the Sox bullpen for a game against the Astros. It started drizzling during that game, and we were down some runs, so quite a few fans left. We moved up to sit in the row directly behind the bullpen. Nate's face was painted half white/half black. He must have caught the eye of Art Kusnyer because he gave Nate a ball. I thought Nate would explode with excitement! This was also the game in which Tadahito Iguchi hit a grand slam to tie the game. The Sox ended up losing that game. The skies opened up and poured on us as we ran to the car. Nate had a death grip on the ball as he held it under his jacket so it wouldn't get wet. When we got back to the car, he looked up at me, completely soaking wet and said, "Auntie Moe-Moe (yes, that's what he calls me) that was the best game of my whole life." He was 9 years old and I am 100% convinced he will never forget that game and neither will I.

Some of the best times we have are when we are watching the Sox. They bridge a gap between generations. At the handful of games we go to each season, I always sit between the kids. It never fails that both, at different times of the night, will lean over and whisper in my ear, "Thanks for bringing me to the game, mom". At that moment, I am happy. Happy to be watching "our boys" with my kids. They make me a cool mom for three hours that day. They bring my little family together. I know we will be talking about the Sox for years to come and will always have these memories. The Sox bring us together either in the living room or at the game 160+ times a year. Whether we are at U.S. Cellular Field or watching at home, we are together and we are happy. Without them I'm sure my teens would be busy doing their own things. I'm grateful "our boys" give us this common bond. They give us hope, heartache, excitement. But at the end of the day, they bring us together. And, that, after all, is what it is all about.