Think about the Chicago White Sox for a second. What comes to mind? If you’re like me, probably images of a lot of home runs. As in, a LOT of home runs. Looking at their roster and where they play half their season, it’s probably not unreasonable to have them down for 200 home runs.
If that number is to be believed, we best prepare ourselves for an ugly summer.
As I write this, the Sox have already knocked
19 20 out of American League ballparks, with a mighty seven of those belonging to Carlos Quentin alone. By itself, this is awesome; if a team’s going to have one dimension to their attack, it’s at least comforting when they can exploit that dimension to the fullest. But if ten percent of the team’s useful offense went into winning seven of 13 against the likes of the Detroit Tigers and (presumably) Baltimore Orioles, then what?
Think then about someone like Carlos Quentin and his MLB-best seven homers, or Hawkeroo Hero Nick “Fifteen Best Players In The Game” Markakis’ 18 RBI in 14 games. Those two are off to great starts and each a fine baseball player in many respects, but all things considered those guys are done. Quentin can only hit fewer home runs from here on out; Markakis can only drive in fewer runs per game.
So if the bombs are the Sox’ weapon of choice, and they’re good for another solid 200, consider then that the Sox are ten percent of the way to wherever they’re going. Seventy wins? Eighty? Does it really matter as long as the Twins keep folding under the pressure of 8-0 massacres?
None of this is to say the Sox will only win when they hit home runs, nor should it suggest Carlos Quentin is this year’s 2006 Chris Shelton. But if the fireworks are going to be the main ingredient to whatever success this year’s team has ahead of it, and so much of them are already out of their collective system, how much do we really have to look forward to?