Karma

The older I get, the more I tend to believe in reincarnation if for no other reason that it would explain my being a White Sox fan. I must’ve been very bad in a pervious life. At 14-33 after yesterday’s 6-2 loss to the Cubs, this team is not one game better than last year’s disaster was after 47 games. In three games at Wrigley Field, the Sox scored all of eight runs, vs. the 26 they ever so generously provided the home team in their sweep of us. How the Rockies and Pirates have managed to score fewer runs than we have is a mystery to me. This year’s team is supposed to be better defensively; you could’ve fooled me and most of the Western Hemisphere over the weekend. Yesterday, Brooks Baldwin dropped a ball that led to a run, and Luis Robert Jr. failed to catch a ball hit by Pete-Crow Armstrong that turned into a leadoff triple and the first run of the game. All weekend, Armstrong offered a master class on playing the outfield and hitting at the top of the order. But I doubt Robert was paying attention. Last season, this kind of game would’ve generated all sorts of excuses from ex-manager Mickey Mouse. It’s no different this year. Manager New-Mickey Venable continued his habit of praising the other side—just like old Mickey did—while making excuses for his players. Mickey 2.0 told reporters after the game, “I think with the elements, that added a layer of plays, probably four or five, that left us leaving here feeling like we played worse than we probably did in most areas.” [quote in today’s Tribune] If those aren’t weasel words, I don’t know what are. I promise to lead a better life from now on. I can’t go through this again in my next go-around.