Tag Archives: Jose Contreras

Let’s Get Serious

Are regular shellackings really the answer? One White Sox general manager says “yes.”

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You Don’t Have to Play Like a Refugee

A salute to the White Sox’ All-Cuba team.

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You Got That Right, Partner

What counts is not the total of five runs surrendered with two outs to the Royals that ultimately spelled the difference between winning 6-2 and losing 7-6. What matters is not new acquisition Mike Myers sporting an ERA with the Sox of 18.00, a number only slightly better than the combined ERAs (18.31) of Dewon [...]

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The Mediocrity Report: Weekend Edition

In which your editor is right and everything else in the baseball world is horribly, horribly wrong.

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All Mostly Quiet on the Trading Front

Anyone who missed out on dealing for Jose Contreras is probably not missing too much right now.

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A River in Egypt

Apparently your editor channeled the spirit of Jose Contreras while trying to win a t-shirt at a concert.

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Ape

Excitement and disgust, if you think about them, are kind of the same thing.

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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