Tag Archives: Brian Anderson

AR Talks BA

Jeff at Royally Speaking asked for some sage wisdom on his favorite team’s newest treasure from the South Side scrapyard. As much as I hate to ruin a surprise, this one would only ruin itself. Surprise! [Royally Speaking]

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Worst of the Best Teams of the Decade

When are 96 wins no better than 90, and when are they even worse than 89 (which were technically 88 in the first place)? When you’re the Chicago White Sox, that’s when. Part two in a series.

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Not Much To Say When You’re Losing To The Mucky-Muck

And a child shall lead them, and that child will be named Freddy Garcia, and perhaps he too can resurrect those glorious first-place days of 2005 or, barring that, the magical third-place summer of 2006. The Bears, on the other hand, probably could have smoked the Mariners. [The Beachwood Reporter]

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Brian Anderson Was All Of Us

You know what B.A. stands for. That’s not a question.

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The Javier Vazquez of AL Centerfielders

We were rooting for you, Brian Anderson. Except when you messed up. Which you did. Often. [Mouthpiece Sports]

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Mark Buehrle, Jim Parque, Brian Anderson and What a Strange, Awesome Day To Be a Sox Fan

The day began like any other and ended like something spectacular. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s good to like sports sometimes.

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54-40 or Fight!

Jayson Nix needs us as much as we need Jayson Nix.

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The First Month is the Deepest

The last of April is the day we remember what the Sox are the other 141 games of the year.

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This Old Outfield

The farm just got a whole lot speedier. And grindier. Let’s trade it for Ichiro!

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He Is The Last Great Public Figure On This Team

Jerry O does not want to be called First Batter. It sounds like a saddle horse.

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Bold Predictions: The Lesser of Two Extremes Edition

Things to watch for in this weekend’s Twins-Raiders series.

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Pershing Road is the Road Home

You need friends in this world, kid. They’re the only ones who’ll tell you what you need to hear. Part five in a series.

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The 35th Street Post Office [March 1, 2009]

In which the fate of a sandwich rests in the glove of Jerry Owens and the Kansas City tourism bureau owes me a referral bonus.

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Bold Predictions: Five Things to Watch in Spring Training

Besides starting pitching, Josh Fields, the gaping hole in center, the top of the order and Alex Rodriguez.

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Valentines for My White Sox Boyfriends

She choo-choo-chooses him. And him. And him. Guest columnist Cara Snyder reflects on the true meaning of the holiday.

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In on the Kill Taker

Something to ponder down the stretch: the 2008 White Sox are 13-9 in Sunday games, suggesting that a veritable b-team led by Toby Hall and one Brian N. Anderson is capable of a season of .590 baseball. Or not.

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  • "Give me a White Sox fan any day. There's a team that has hosed its fans more completely than nearly any other, and that includes two terms under the best and most fan-friendly owner in history, Bill Veeck. Do you hear them whining endlessly about how God wants them to suffer? Do they bore you with tales of Shoeless Joe Jackson, or Luke Appling, or Wild Bill Dietrich, and how each one has cursed them from beyond the grave? Do they go on and on about Arnold Rothstein and Charlie Comiskey and Chick Gandil and how they robbed their great grandfather of a two-day bender back in '19 whatever? Of course not. They say, 'The Sox? They stink. Another beer over here, Hap.' They don't long-suffer, and if they do, they don't do it loud enough for the rest of the neighborhood to hear. And they've known circles of Hell you've never even driven through on your way to the company picnic."
    - Ray Rotto, The San Francisco Chronicle, September 19, 2003