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.
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.
Hindsight always leads the league in OPS with back-to-back MVP awards.
Taking a look at the mind-blowing season that never was.
The last great ballplayer? Yeah, it’s exactly who you think it is. [Mouthpiece Sports]
For a little perspective, sometimes you gotta hang out in the airport bar.
A Sox player losing out to someone else by a couple of votes? Yeah, that sounds about right.
You have to love Chicago baseball in September. No matter where you live or who you root for, everyone is but one headline away from another season of failure: Is this Hell? No, it’s Cleveland Tests on Sox’ Quentin ‘good so far’ Ozzie: Fields’ fielding must improve E-5? Crede says no contract error made Zambrano [...]
Frank is gone from the Blue Jays. Then again, he was never really there.
Starting in center field, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Frank Thomas III. Seriously.
Fifteen years of Chicago baseball as defined by one sliver of laminated photo paper.
