100! 100! 100!

Last night’s 6-1 loss to the Padres was the White Sox season in a nutshell—down by four going into the bottom of the first and six in the bottom of the second, roaring back with all the ferocity of a Tim Anderson grounder to short. Well, that is how he started the game. So, for the fifth time in team history and for the second time in six years, the Sox have lost 100 games. Truly, this is a Mickey Mouse team, everyone saying how bad they feel and vowing to turn things around next year. Ah, next year. Mouse, showing extraordinary talent at sucking up, keeps talking about great the recent front-office hires have been. He must be looking at a different list than I am. Me, I don’t see anyone hired away from the Braves or Dodgers. Since 1991, Atlanta teams have finished over .500 twenty-seven times and gone to the playoffs twenty-three times; the Dodgers, twenty-nine times and seventeen. That looks pretty impressive to me. And I’m supposed to get excited about a White Sox “brain trust” centered on the Kansas City Royals, an organization that finished over .500 three times, 2013-2015; went to the World Series twice; and has lost 103 or more games three times in the last six years? Nope.