Strange

Well, I watched my first-ever MLB intrasquad game last night, as the White Sox took on the visiting White Sox at Guranteed Rate Whatever.  Final score (I think), 6-3.

 

To Chicago baseball fans of a certain age, the absence of anyone in the stands is reminiscent of the 1960s, early in the decade for the Cubs, late for the Sox.  When Doug Clemens roamed the outfield at Wrigley Field and Buddy Bradford did likewise at Comiskey Park, fans were much noted by their absence.  Talk about unpleasant strolls down memory lane.

 

The thing about intrasquad games is that they tend to be good-news, bad-news affairs.  I saw Tim Anderson and Edwin Encarnacion hit homeruns, which was nice, but it also means I saw Carlos Rodon and Reynaldo Lopez serve up gopher balls, which was worrisome.  Oh, and Encarnacion does the “parrot walk” or “trot” circling the bases after going yard.  You, too, can see the imaginary bird on Edwin’s right forearm, if you focus hard enough.

 

That could get old real fast.  But, even if it does, it’ll be something to watch and comment on.