Spring 2012: It’s Not the End of the World

It’s not the end of the world, no, that’s scheduled for winter. This spring, however, is looking pretty dismal. Our wasteland of a roster points in the direction of cruel months ahead. All eyes are on Jake Peavy, again, hoping he’ll be able to do what we hoped all last year he’d do and never did. I’m just hoping he remembers how to play Major League Baseball, its been so long on the DL even if his arm feels great, he’s a lot older and out of practice. Anyways, that’s 39,000,000 dollars we’ve spent on him not including doctor bills and time wasted by trainers and such. But it’s not the end of the world.
So I guess Danks will be our ace seeing as Sale is not as good as we scouted him, we’ve traded away any draft choices long ago, we have nothing to trade, and our farm system isn’t harvesting any winners lately, so Danks it is. Don’t get me wrong, I like Danks, but he’s not an ace, not that its the end of the world.
So maybe our bats can solve our woes. We had one hitter last year, maybe this year two people will hit the ball and we’ll win twice as many games. Probably won’t be Dunn seeing as he showed up for spring training looking fat, slow, and unhealthy. You would think 12 million a year would get you practicing in the off-season but I guess not. Dunn’s been sitting out the past few days with a pain in the neck (I guess it takes one to know one), he probably hadn’t swung a bat since last fall. Oh well, it’s not the end of the world, not yet. Unless Kenny Williams knows something we don’t. Maybe he went “All In” last year because he thought this year was Armageddon. Now its march and we have a game to play. I hope the Sox remember to have fun this year because winning is basically out of the question. This group more closely resembles a beer pong team than a major league ball club. But its not the end of the world, that happens in December.


Just Keep Your Eye on the Ball

All right, so we got rid of Greg Walker. I was pretty excited to dump what I felt was a real part of our problem putting numbers on the board last season. I feel that a hitting coach for a competing Major League franchise should resemble the foal we want to sire. In other words don’t expect shit trees to bare anything other than shit apples. And you can’t give him credit for past Sox success because all those players have known how to swing a bat since little league. Our hitting is way too streaky to attribute to a coaches efforts. Oh well another chapter ends and we can’t change the past we can only remember the past and learn from it. Oh what? Whats that? We can’t?
Introducing the next hiring mistake for the White Sox and Bobbin’s first mistake as manager, new hitting coach Jeff Manto. Mediocre would be a complement for this career pinch hitter who only ever played one fullish(halfish) season back in ’95 for the Baltimore Orioles. Jeff had just over 700 at bats for a decade in the majors. Why? WHY WHY WHY can’t the Sox find a slugger to fill this role? Manto couldn’t compete in the nineties so why do we assume he’ll be able to turn Gordan Beckham into ARod? I know it takes real talent just to make it to the majors, but if you’re a .230 batter you have no business telling anyone how to play baseball.
All this makes me wonder what our other options besides the worst member of the ’95 Orioles might be. Lets see, Cal Ripken and Rafael Palmiro played in Baltimore in ’95 but I’m assuming they have better things to do. Hmmm, Bobby Bonillla and Brady Anderson were good hitters but they probably wouldn’t work under a Robin Ventura. If only there was someone we knew, that would work with our team, and managers, and was on the ’95 Orioles, and didn’t suck like Manto did….. What? What’s that you say? The greatest DH of all time played for the ’95 Orioles batting .299 while popping 24 dingers, and he’s right under our nose?
Nah, lets stick with Manto and mediocrity, leave those championships for Big cities like St. Louis and Philadelphia.
Oh and for the record St. Louis’s batting coach is Mark McGwire. nuff said

A Reminder to All

This is a poem I found on Baseball Almanac dot com. Its a little over my head, but the writers intent is as clear as day.


by Anonymous

Published: Chicago Times (1919)

Before the threat
And dismal cold gray
of mourning
Came the sun.

And Charlie Comiskey
should’ve turned in his sleep
should’ve turned in his sleep
shoud’ve turned…

Insane Sun
Floating above the earth
Like some extravagant madman
Spending next year’s allowance.

The same burning sun
In the same afternoons
In all the cities
and somewhat
of the
Great Mississippi.

should’ve turned in his sleep

Too many
In too many
Too many faces
in the face of it

How much grief?
Too many faces
Too many suns
Far too many of too many things
Far too many of too many things.

should’ve turned in his sleep

More like Dali,
less Victoria.
The playing field becomes a landscape
Fixed and isolated and trapped
Between the borders of its own fabrication.

The stadium faces
in the afternoon sun.
The celebration
in the afternoon sun
The victory becomes
in the afternoon sun.

Victoria Escaped
Insane sun.

How many of how many things.

The death of honor
The end of a fading
And final trust.

should’ve turned in his sleep

And as
The unsettling dust
Settles in the throat of all men
There are not enough beers
In all the bars
In all the worlds
To flush out the stale bitterness
Of too many afternoons
In too many suns.

And Charlie Chomsky
woke up
and deposited the nightmare
in the pillow of his dream.

1919 by Anonymous

Old and in the Fold

This month the White Sox drafted a young new prospect named Keenyn Walker. Walker a switch hitting outfielder will hopefully help our team in years to come. The announcement of said acquisition came from none other than Daryl Boston, the White Sox’ outfield coordinator. What a unique thrill it must be for Daryl, introducing new talent to the very team that drafted him exactly thirty years ago. Being one of the first draftees of the Reinsdorf Sox; Daryl witnessed the start of our current dynasty and in 2005 he was right along the side, as the Sox took it all.

There are many former Sox players who are still proud to represent the south side. Most obviously; Kenny Williams, Ozzie Guillen, and fan favorite slugger turned bench coach Harold Baines. Others include former 2nd basemen Joey Cora who turned many a double play with Oz, Robin, and Big Frank. Cora always produced at a level high above his pay and was poised to help the Sox to greatness before the Strike of ’94 dashed the dreams of one of Chicago’s most talented rosters to date. Then there’s Greg Walker, who holds the position of batting coach(probably more of a rant than praise), Not to mention Ed and Darrin on the dial as well as Steve Stone up in the booth. Other representatives for the Sox are legends Carlos May and Bill Melton who’s bats set off many of firework at Old Comisky.

As we look towards a bright future of great baseball on the south-side of Chicago, Real Sox Fans find comfort in our old traditions and excitement in our future prospects.

Until then… GoSox!!

Lil’ Lillibridge Swings Big Bat

It would be nice if the stuffed collars in charge could see the forest through the trees. If we’re going to put it all on the line with our biggest payroll in history, could we at least get a slugger who’s still in his twenties. Remember when the front office was dragging their feet over paying Konerko! Could you imagine if our goateed  champion, possibly the most humble and deserving slugger the Sox ever had,was dealt to make room for Dunn?

The fact that Ozzie has to take all the heat from the press, the owners, and the fans, for not molding annual championships out of yesteryear’s clay is an insult to the Real Sox Fans who stood by their boys prior to 2005. If I told you last winter that Brent Lillibridge would have more dingers by June than the great Adam Dunn you would have called me crazy.

Well, let’s thank the south side deities for gracing our city with heart and soul players like Buehrle and Pierzynski, the steadfast slugging from Konerko, the longevity of Vizquel, and possibly the rise of a young clutch hitter in Brent Lillibridge. Go Sox! Go Oz!

Get out of Dodge!

      Its Christmas and I’m home for the holidays and back in Chicago. A new tradition for my family has been sitting around the T.V. watching old episodes of “Gunsmoke” on TIVO or DVD. Those unfamiliar with “Gunsmoke” are probably still familiar with one of Marshal Dillon’s catch phrases “Get out of Dodge!” This authoritative declaration was reserved for the rascals and miscreants who ran out their welcome in the city and were looking at the unforgiving end of the rope (the noose).
     My rant today is not about the scum of Dodge City, however, but the miscreant sports writers in the Chicago newspapers. As Sox fans, we are used to playing second fiddle to the Cubs (not that they play better than us) and the sway they wield over the city. Along the way; we have learned to suck it up, forget about the pointless squabbling, and reap the benefits of being real fans of the game called baseball and the White Sox. While the cubs point of pride is Harry Carry and Ron Santo, ours is 2005 and the return of our hero and deliverer of glory Ozzie Guillen.
      As much as I love our former captain and current manager, I am hard pressed to think of one local sports writer that shares my feelings. Today, Daily Herald writer Scot Gregor stated plainly his view that; we won’t win the AL central and Ozzie’s time here is coming to an end. Well, to Scot Gregor and any other local writer who feel their talent is best used selling papers with gossipy drivel instead of highlighting on-field performance and executive decisions I say: Get Out of Dodge!!! Leave the sports writing to real baseball fans.