This is why we love baseball. This is why we love the Sox.
This is why our wives put moratoria on watching baseball.
I am superstitious. I stopped posting here because it seemed that when I stopped posting the White Sox went on that crazy winning streak. At this point, I think it's safe to post again.
This season, though, will probably be the most memorable one for me in Sox history: the one after the Sox finally won it all, the year pundits started referring to the Sox as a serious franchise in the same breath as Beantown and the Yankees, the year the payroll went through the roof, the year Ozzie Guillen turned himself into some weird anti-Stengelian caricature, the year we acquired Mike "Nuke Lalouche" MacDougal and put him in the same bullpen with Bobby Jenks and Matt Thornton, the year the Sox scored more runs than anyone else but found a way to lose game after game, the year the best starting pitching staff in the league morphed into some anti-matter version of itself and Jon Garland became the Ace, the year [fill in the blank with your favorite frustration]...
Yes, I've been tearing my hair out over each successive loss. And I'm most frustrated with Ozzie's manouvers with the pitching staff: leaving Vasquez in too long, too many relievers in an inning, etc ad nauseam- and have been for months.
But this season is real. There is no "magic pixie dust." The newness of elite statuts has worn off, and it's time to grind it out. This is where the team either pulls through and makes something of itself or falls back into second-tier, second-city mediocrity.
What is your favorite frustration?