And maybe, just maybe the Twins’ richest player will develop an extremely mild, highly-focused fear of setting foot on a baseball diamond. Think happy thoughts!
When bust prospects attack.
You root for the Cubs? The Cubs? What’s the matter with you? In case you’ve been living in a cave, or have perhaps been sequestered for the past several decades, I’d like to remind you there’s a vastly superior team just across town, far more able to compete for the long haul and already instilling [...]
The defense part? That’s the worst part. And the scary part, too.
Surprisingly, the British really don’t have this one figured out.
Contempt, nonsense and vague threats over the airwaves mean the season is here, even if it hasn’t actually started.
Ozzie meets the internet and hope runs face-first into the future. They’re like bloodlines, but without the bloody part.
As the greatest hitter in franchise history calls it a day, the author finds the future was always written on a slab of laminated plastic.
The worst thing that could have happened to the White Sox didn’t. But that’s still a sad way to end up.
It even says so in the newspaper.
“We need guns. Lots of guns.”
Juan Pierre isn’t this and he isn’t that; Juan Pierre just is.
The past three weeks are every reason I often hate being a White Sox fan.
Hey did you know Bobby Jenks is a big dude? That’s awesome. You can read all about it in the newspaper.
So he finished fifth in Rookie of the Year voting. So what?