When the Sabbath was over, White Sox fans bought spices so that they might go to anoint the lineup's bodies. Very early on the first day of the week, just after noon, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, "Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?"
But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe with an Olde Englishe "D" sewn on the right side (his left, actually, but our right), and they were alarmed.
"Don’t be alarmed," he said. "You are looking for the White Sox's offense. It's still here. In fact, I just got done sitting on it. Gotta air it out a little. It's pretty ripe. But hey -- tell the others, ‘They are going ahead of you into New York. There you will see them. It's on the schedule.’"
Trembling and bewildered, the White Sox fans went out and fled from the tomb. They said nothing to anyone, because there was nothing to say.