The White Sox finally managed to ovecome horrible baseball and get back up to the .500 mark for the season...that is until we opened the four game intercity series (two at Comiskey Park, don't call it by that other name,and two at Wrigley Field) Monday.
It was a cmplete disaster. You'd have thought we were playing the best team in baseball, inctead of the sad-sacks playing on the North Side these days. The only fortunate thing we Sox fans had was the rainout Tuesday (with Cubs winning 2-0). Other than that, it was 7-0, 9-3 (and that one guy hit three homers!!) and 8-3.
And yesterday was mighty typical. Things like that happen and you know you're doomed. The first two Cub runs came with two outs and four straight hits. The killer was when the Cub pitcher (PITCHER!!??) hit a grand slam. Then, our best bet was when Marmol relieved and struck out two and got the third batter out in his inning. I mean, if you can't score ten or twelve runs on Marmol, what's the use?
Oh well, there is a makeup game, hopefully when we've gotten over this Cub whammy thing.
Oh, the Humanity of It. --RoadDog
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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