At some point, a
team will acquire its defining personality—the bloodless, pinstriped Yankees,
the perennially hip Lakers, the blue-collar Bears. And my White Sox? They’re straight out of Bernard Malamud’s The Natural.
This makes
perfect sense, given that Malamud drew in part on the 1919 Black Sox
scandal. Which means Roy Hobbs could be
a little Shoeless Joe Jackson and Judge Banner may have more than a bit of
Charles Comiskey in him. So, it was a
long time ago, and so it shall ever be. The
White Sox have had any number of tragic heroes, players who have toiled in
obscurity, their career numbers not deemed worthy of Cooperstown. Think Minnie Minoso, Billy Pierce, Harold
Baines and Tommy John. No, they didn’t
take money to throw any games the way Jackson did, but remember that Shoeless
Joe always claimed he tried to do the right thing and give that cash back. Jackson also said he tried to alert the owner
of the White Sox of the scandal.
Only some people won’t
listen. Consider Comiskey successor in
the owner’s suite, Jerry Reinsdorf. At
the age of 78, you might think Reinsdorf is contemplating retirement, but
no. According to a story in yesterday’s
New York Times, Reinsdorf is trying to block Bud Selig’s choice for the next
baseball commissioner. Apparently, Reinsdorf
wants to abolish the office for a commission—with him a member, of course—that
would rule over the game. If only
Malamud were writing today, what fun he'd have.
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