SSS: Too Much Good Stuff

   In a blatant move to bury the fact that the White Sox were shutout AGAIN the staff at South Side Sox hit their readers with a barrage of quality articles to keep them distracted. Since the game there have been no fewer than three quality posts.

  First up larry hits us with the BP recap in which we get a glimpse into the thinking of club management and come to find out that a real life journalist is among us under the alias 67wmaq. Who is this mysterious blogger? Is he only the first wave of out of work newspaper men to infiltrate our ranks and take over? Stay tuned.

  Then the Cheat posts a recap that only recaps the fact that Betemit sucks on a Lillibridge level, even worse than Fields. He gives us the hard facts on that which we already knew, the Sox really suck against kids they have never faced before. He also voices a concern I share that Contreras didn't show us all that much in AAA as far as his control and that maybe the C+C throwyness factory should serve as a two headed monster every fifth day.

  Oh ok, yeah, I still like this club Im starting to forget about the whole SHUTOUT FOR THE 7th TIME OF THE SEASON when BAM! Cheat hits again with a solid summary on what Kenny Williams starting pitcher ambitions likely are with this little gem currently on the front page. Reading past the opinions of those stupid real journalists(no offense wmaq) to the heart of the issue that Kenny is looking through this season and beyond. We the reader cant help but think yeah this guy is probably right, Kenny doesnt want a mercenary, he wants a puzzle piece that will fit in the next few years. I couldnt agree more.

  Then finally we have  rangerjae posting his musings which may speak more to the common fan and is loaded with gems:

I was excited. I lost my shit...

Third base? WTF?...

Any pitcher who doesn’t want to pitch on the White Sox is a stoner...

Does this guy know how to lead off a paragraph or what? Great stuff everyone, you almost made me forget about the game last night. You know, the one WHERE THE SOX COULDNT SCORE ONE LOUSY RUN. AGAIN. FUnCK!