The Truth Will Set You Free

The sad, undeniable truth is that my White Sox stink. The fish rots from the head down, starting with ownership; into the front office and coaching staff; and, without a doubt, the roster of players. Last night in the first game of a doubleheader, Lance Lynn and three relievers shut out the Blue Jays on one hit over ten innings. Only Sox hitters managed all of two singles over that same span. In went Aaron Bummer for the eleventh, and the skies opened for six runs to pour down. After the game, this is what our Mickey Mouse of a manager had to say about his pitcher’s performance. “A few balls that found the holes.” [story in today’s Tribune] A few? Considering Bummer gave up five hits, how many constitutes “a few”? I guess I should realize, “That’s going to happen to Bummer, just because he’s a groundball pitcher and they found some holes.” Well, my friend, you’ve just admitted you don’t know how to handle your bullpen, putting in a groundball pitcher in extra innings with a runner starting off at second base. A 6-2 loss was followed by another in game two, this one 5-4. You know how you can tell your general manager is clueless? Look at the players he callss up. As in relievers Bryan Shaw and Nick Padilla. Why do you think they were free agents, Rick? Because other teams want to let the Sox stockpile arms? All I know is, it’s a good thing Joseph Stalin wasn’t a Sox fan.