Are the White Sox Quitters?
I'm beginning to wonder if the White Sox are a collection of soft pansies who have given up now that things have come down to the nitty gritty. Yeah, I'm beginning to wonder if this team has any balls. Do they pee sitting down?
Tonight was the most pathetic and soul-killing White Sox loss I can recall in years.
Kasan Whoeverthefuck was on the mound for Boston with his 0-3 record and 6+ ERA and his ID to get past Fenway security because even they have no clue who the fuck he is...and the Pale Hose go scoreless and rack up only four hits. Pathetic.
Two of those hits were from Ryan Sweeney, a kid who was just called up this past week for the first time when rosters were expanded and was making his very first plate appearances. Only two other hits came from vets. You know, those vets who we were repeatedly told woukd be invaluable down the stretch because "they'be been there before." Yeah, right. Don't make me laugh. Pathetic. Sweeney must be laughing and saying to himself, "This is what a World Champ looks like? How disappointing."
Javier Vazquez, who has been absolutely awful as the fifth starter, finally pitched his first gem of the season, going the distance, allowing just three hits and striking out 11. And all for nothing. Pathetic.
Oh, and the Tiggers were helpful and lost again. Opportunity lost.
All losses are bad, but this one has an eerie finality about it, sort of like getting your ass kicked but always getting up until that one blow to the skull finally makes you say, Fuck it, I'm staying down this time.
This team doesn't deserve to go to the playoffs right now. Period. It's that simple. Unless they snap out of their malaise immediately, they'll fade away patehtically. And then the whole thing must be blown up for 2007.
Oh, and I have news for A.J. Pierzynski. The cameras captured your little escapade in the ninth inning of Monday's game. You know what I'm talking about. You caught a popup mere inches from the front row. You then held the ball out and looked at the fans, including the kids, as if you were going to give it to them. And then you turned and walked away, the ball still in your hand.
When the Sox are winning, your abrasive attitude is sort of funny, a novelty. You're a bad guy but you're "our guy."
But when you're losing and quickly playing your way out of a playoff spot, it's not funny anymore. You're just an asshole.