In a typical season as a displaced White Sox fan on the East Coast, it takes time and effort to make people understand why it's necessary for me to spend as many days and nights listening to Hawk Harrelson as I do. In 2013, my argument spiraled downward into all-out lunacy. There was no hope for the team on the field, we were in the midst of witnessing Hawk's baseball-induced descent into clinical depression, and the future seemed even more bleak than the on-field product because of the state of the barren farm system.
The 2013 White Sox were a dumpster fire. They had less sex appeal than Charlize Theron in Monster. Even their marketing slogan of "Make An Impact" couldn't hide the pessimism that engulfed this team. Their offseason splash was Jeff Fucking Keppinger, and he parlayed Kenny Williams' grotesquely blind faith into a .253/.283/.566 line. Paul Konerko looked less like the middle-of-the-order stalwart and more like a middle-aged accountant who mistakenly stumbled onto the field. Seriously, he is the prototype of what every accountant is supposed to look like. Chris Sale, the lone diamond in a heap of horseshit, couldn't even will his way to a .500 record while having a Cy Young-type season.
But 2013 is over with. And thank god for that.
In just 4.5 months, Rick Hahn has managed to find some prospect-flavored listerine for that awful taste that the 2013 White Sox left in my mouth. With his acquisitions of Avisail Garcia, Adam Eaton, Matt Davidson, while not only keeping his pitching core, but also washing away the large contracts of Jake Peavy and Alex Rios, the White Sox have hope. And that is definitely something. Being able to actively root for players who are potential long term solutions cannot be understated for a fan's psyche, especially after being subjected to Tyler Flowers, Conor Gillaspie, and the aforementioned Jeff Fucking Keppinger for an entire season.
With more godawful contracts coming off the books in 2014 in the form of Adam Dunn (Here's to praying that Kevin Towers becomes infatuated with John Danks), and the #3 overall draft pick this summer, the Pale Hose has a legitimate at shot at not only righting the ship, but with some savvy free agent finds next winter, possibly *gasp* contending in 2015 and beyond.
Whether or not any of this comes to fruition that quickly remains to be seen, but the mere fact that I can dream about it is a positive. Considering where we were just a few months ago, it's more than I ever could've asked for. So thank you for that, Rick Hahn.