The worst thing that could have happened to the White Sox didn’t. But that’s still a sad way to end up.
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.
In the wake of the Sox signing Omar Vizquel, The 35th Street Review checks in on the 1998-2009 Chicago White Sox’ quest to become the 1995-1999 Cleveland Indians.
Guess who has two thumbs and thinks the Sox’ chances remain exactly where they always were.
The Chicago White Sox suddenly have not one but two(!) chances of making the playoffs.
Here they go again, on their own. . . [A.V. Chicago] . . . goin’ down the only road Ken Griffey, Jr.’s ever known. [Mouthpiece Sports]
Everybody, say hello to Alex Rios. He will be your teammate, he wants to win just as much as you do, and he’s here to help everyone along with this big, shared, adventurous goal. Except for you. You’re fired. [Mouthpiece Sports]
Technically, they’re all awesome but technically, that’s a highly flawed statement. A look at the Sox’ extra gears.
Fact-checking Hawk (again). Asking “what” is pointless, but asking “when” can sometimes be beautiful.
. . . and it looks a lot like the very recent past of White Sox baseball. To the Grindmobile!
The South Side position battle no one’s talking about this spring – and with good reason.
Besides starting pitching, Josh Fields, the gaping hole in center, the top of the order and Alex Rodriguez.
She choo-choo-chooses him. And him. And him. Guest columnist Cara Snyder reflects on the true meaning of the holiday.
Hey, did you know this one guy wants to help his team win?
