I Should Be Happy, But—

The White Sox put themselves in a 4-0, first inning hole last night that Yankees’ starter Cam Schlitter only deepened by retiring seventeen of the first eighteen batters he faced. Then something happened. The Sox rallied to win 6-5 in twelve innings, thanks to a flare of a single off the bat of Edgar Quero. Still. The Sox tied the score at four with back-to-back homeruns from Sam Antonacci and Munetaka Murakami in the eighth. Two innings later, with a chance to win the game with a runner on third and one out, manager Vibes Venable pinch-hit for Antonacci to get a righty-lefty advantage. The move didn’t work as Randal Grichuk grounded out with the infield drawn in. Antonacci is hitting .200 against lefties, .300 against righties. The next batter, Murakami, is 195 against lefties and .260 vs. righties. But Venable didn’t pinch-hit for Murakami. Baseball is a game of emotions, as evidenced by Davis Martin’s performance. Martin gave up three hits and a walk in that first inning, only to settle down and throw five shutout innings during which time he scattered two singles and a walk. Good for him. Now I wonder, what happened? Odds are he channeled those emotions into an effective performance. Which was what Antonacci did with that homerun in the eighth, going 0-for-3 in his previous at-bats. Do you think that would’ve stopped all of a sudden because of the pitching matchup? We’ll never know. And neither will Venable.

Patience

It’s hard to be patient after enduring three straight seasons of the White Sox losing 100-plus games a year. Finally, they’re winning more than losing, and I want more. But how realistic is that? Nobody expected the Sox to be four games over .500 at the end of July. I could make an argument there isn’t one set position outside of right field, where Braden Montgomery plays. And yet a bunch of guys who may or may not be on the South Side have their team in first place in the AL Central, this despite losing again to the Yankees last night, 3-2. The game was not as close as the score might indicate. That’s because the Sox were shut out for 8.2 innings, when Chase Meidroth—keep at second, move to another position or trade?—hit a two-run homerun, bringing up Everson Pereira as a last hope. Need I say more? Anthony Kay had one bad inning that proved baseball truly is a game of inches. Tristan Peters almost made a great catch crashing into the wall in center field, Max Schuemann bounced a ball over a drawn-in infield. Instead of zero runs, it’s three runs. And, if the middle of the order doesn’t produce…Well, I’ve said enough about that. So, I’ll try to be patient and cross my fingers that the Sox can go last-to-first. But it would be silly to expect them to.

Blah

Where to start? Noah Schultz squandering a three-run lead? White Sox relievers coughing up six runs? Third-base coach Justin Jirschele sending a hobbled Colson Montgomery home on a throw that beat him, oh, by a good ten feet? Take your pick. It all adds up to a 9-5 loss to the Yankees. We’ll start with Schultz, who told reporters after the game he was “a little gassed out” by the time manager Vibes Venable pulled him in the top of the fourth inning. [story today on team website] So, how does a 22-year starter old get “gassed” if he only goes 3.1 innings? Oh, that’s right. He needed 72 pitches to get there. Not good, but a real incentive to find an alternative to Schultz the next time his turn comes up in the rotation. Hello, David Sandlin. As for the relief pitching, it’s always a crapshoot unless the stars align, the way they did in 2005. All a manager can do is juggle his streaky pitchers with his lockdown ones, trying to exploit the good streaks while minimizing the bad stretches and at the same time not burn out his go-to guys. In my book, Venable did everything right last night. He didn’t wait around for Schultz to implode and tried to get the right matchups with the relievers he brought in. It’s just that Chis Murphy, Bryan Hudson and Sean Newcomb looked intent on streaking the wrong way. As for Jirschele, stupid is as stupid does. Philosopher Gump knew that, and so did Barack Obama. The next time he gets a chance, the Sox third-base should look up exactly what the ex-President say about that.

A Day to Remember

We accompanied our grandson to his first-ever White Sox game yesterday afternoon, and I think he enjoyed himself in all the ways a kid should on such an august occasion. I mean, he wore a Munetaka Murakami shirt in honor of his favorite player; scored a Murakami bobblehead; and watched his hero hit a homerun in a 12-3 Sox romp. Leo missed Mune’s second homer of the day in the eighth inning, by which time he was asleep in the car on the way home. I saw it for him. Thank you, Erick Fedde for providing the perfect argument against spending big on a closer. Closers can’t close when there’s no lead to close on. And Fedde kept putting his team in the hole giving up the lead when given it. The desperation fourth—or fifth—starter gave up a leadoff homer to Jeremy Pena in the first, then let the Astros tie the game at two and three before manager Vibes Venable saw fit to pull him with one out in the fifth and one on. That’s three runs in 4.1 innings of work, for anyone keeping stats out there. If the Sox want to build something special, they need a minimum of two more quality starters. You rarely get those at the trade deadline, and never on the cheap. No, you’re better off to develop them; sign them as free agents; or swing big trades for them in the offseason. Right now, GM Chris Getz would be best off improving his roster around the edges and going with the team he constructed during spring training.

Tell Me

Tell me why White Sox GM Chris Getz would raid his minor-league system for closer Mason Miller? What good’s a closer if your team keeps losing games in the sixth inning? The Sox did it Friday night, giving up eight runs to the visiting Astros, and again last night, when they coughed up a more modest three in a 4-1 loss. It might’ve been different had Sean Burke not hit the leadoff batter that inning or if Colson Montgomery had made a nice play on the grounder his way by the next batter (Jeremy Pena) and started a double play or Braden Montgomery hadn’t let a ball get by him in right field with the bases loaded. But all that happened, along with next to no hitting from the Sox. So, repeating myself as I do, let me say that, if the heart of the order doesn’t produce, all the lockdown closers in the world won’t matter. And the two-through-five hitters last night went a collective 3-for-15 with six strikeouts and one lonely RBI.

“Pahpped It Up!”

Good thing Harry Caray wasn’t around to call last night’s White Sox-Astros’ game. Caray, who had an unmatched ability to heap scorn on the home team, would’ve run out of disgust long before the last of eleven [!!!] popups by Sox hitters in last night’s 9-5 stinker at The Rate. What stunk? Well, Davis Martin threw five shutout innings before collapsing in the sixth. Manager Vibes Venable had lefty reliever Bryan Hudson face two righthanded hitters who drove in five runs between them. To add insult to injury, Seranthony Dominguez gave up a single and two walks in .1 innings, allowing both inherited runners to score. Oh, and Sox hitters went 2-for-16 with runners in scoring position. I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again: This team won’t go anywhere if players like Miguel Vargas and Colson Montgomery don’t hit .250 or above. Last night, the duo went a combined 0-for-7. Vargas hit two popups to four [!!!!] for Montgomery. Yikes and Ick. Instead of shipping off prospects for a rental or a closer that’s not as important as a good starter over the long term, GM Chris Getz has to ask himself what he wants his infield to look like next season and the ones immediately after that. If he thinks Caleb Bonemer and Roch Cholowsky are going to be better than Vargas and Montgomery, he has to deal the latter two, better at the winter meetings than the trade deadline. But he has to do something. You don’t win titles popping out eleven times a game.

You Got That Right

I used to say, with Leo, we didn’t so much babysit as baby-chase; that boy had—and has—a near-endless supply of energy. Only his little sister has more. You try running after a whirling dervish. Michele and I (though, honestly, mostly Michele) tried to keep up with our charge for over eight hours yesterday, at the end of which my wife was not in the mood to make dinner. Given that my culinary skills don’t extend much beyond can-opener and microwave, we decided to go to one of our favorite summertime spots, La Barra, in nearby Riverside. Ordinarily, I don’t care much for sports’ bars; they bring out the worst in me. I mean, who wants to sit across from someone whose face is glued to a TV screen? No, we go for the outdoor tables; the pizza; and the parade of humanity that passes on sidewalk and street, the backdrop provided in part by Frederick Law Olmsted, who laid out Riverside back in 1869. Think trees, curved streets and Victorian water tower (plus train station). All of it helped relieve aching, grandparent muscles. After filling up on thin-crust pizza topped with sausage and mushrooms (curious Chicagoans want to know, I’m sure), we got up to leave, passing a couple on our way. The woman looked up at me and immediately did a double-fist pump in the air while shouting “Yea!” For a second, I thought I had myself a groupie, but only for a second, because the woman immediately shouted, “First place!” I was wearing my 1959 White Sox cap. I smiled back and nodded. Cheers by association is just fine by me.