The White Sox could be champions, if only we were talking about a different game. [The Beachwood Reporter]
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]
Eight and a half games back! Team of Destiny, assemble!
Jose Contreras. Anybody remember that guy? He used to work here. Model employee, some might say. [Mouthpiece Sports]
Jose Contreras dominates again. What an awful, awful turns of events.
Sorry for the lapse in posting, folks. A rather large non-sports-related project came up so pieces here on 35th Street might become slightly intermittent over the next few weeks. As penance, a Friday twofer of world-hating cynicism by yours truly:
First of all you guys, Gordon Beckham is, like, so awesome, and his hair is totally [...]
If there was such a thing as a “pitcher rating,” well, you kind of know where this is going.
It’s the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did. [Mouthpiece Sports]
Dude, I’ve got a two-liter of Mountain Dew and a bunch of D&D books. Let’s party! Also, Bacon Spice is fair game.
From now on, let’s just believe everything Ozzie Guillen, Greg Walker, and, oh, everyone else says all the time. Why could they possibly have to cover up?
Second and fourth places have never been so horrifically similar.
Baby steps towards standing a chance. Baby steps towards standing a chance. Baby steps towards standing a chance.
A first-place softball team, a black hole at the back end of the rotation and questions about Jose Contreras. The 2004 AL Central race is going to be an interesting one.
