Apocalypse Now

After losing 11-4 to the Reds Sunday afternoon, the White Sox record stands at 2-13, a franchise-worst for fifteen games into the season. What a (deserved) perfect storm. Jerry Reinsdorf wanted Mickey Mouse in the dugout and Chris Getz in the front office. Dare I ask, how’s that working out? Mouse follows up 101 losses last year with this stinker of a start, and all he can do mouth platitudes about one game at a time, having conversations, being there before…Make it stop. Oh, wait, the losing will do just that. Even a mouse can turn into a scapegoat. And Getz might want to keep his resume updated. No, check that. Reinsdorf is loathe to fire anyone who exhibits loyalty (Mouse will go because you can’t get a publicly funded stadium for a team playing .133 ball), so it might make more sense for Getz to resign before things get much worse. In the offseason, Rick Hahn’s replacement talked about speed and defense. I’m guessing he didn’t mean the Reds stealing six bases like they did yesterday or his team having another three-error game in the field. And let’s not forget Getz’s acquisition of Michael Soroka, unless you’d rather do precisely that. I mean, 6.98 ERA in 19.1 innings and all. During yesterday’s postgame show (don’t watch the game, watch the postgame), Ozzie Guillen said he can’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. I can. Mouse is gone, it’s just a matter of when, and the bargain-basement busts will start to disappear one by one to be replaced by prospects, though probably not Jake Eder, at least until he improves on that 7.27 ERA. Youth is coming, sooner than Chris Getz might want and not soon enough for the rest of us.