Yogi, Carlos and Tyler

 Well, the fifty percent, half-mental White Sox continued on their merry way in Kansas City last night against the Royals.  Tyler Saladino had another three-hit game while Carlos Sanchez chipped in with his own three-fer, strikeouts, that is.  Then along comes the eighth inning, the Sox down by two with two runners on and Sanchez facing fireballing reliever Kelvin Herrera.  Sanchez worked the count full before depositing a Herrera pitch into the right field stands for his first home run of the year.  The Sox went on to win, 7-4.

The way the players celebrated, you would’ve thought they’d clinched the division, just like their crosstown rivals had the night before.  But the Sox are fighting to finish above .500 and for every second, every line of attention, they can steal from the Cubs and the Bears.  Good luck with that.

You mostly get what you deserve, in sports if not in life.  The Cubs worked to get where they are; they had a plan, the Sox, not so much.  There are a hundred ways to measure the difference between the teams.  Here are two—team president Theo Epstein donned a fake mustache to watch the game from the bleachers.  Apparently, Epstein didn’t want to drink himself to death, courtesy of all the free beers fans would’ve have bought for him.  If anyone should be wearing a disguise at the ballpark, it ought to be Sox v.p. Kenny Williams and GM Rick Hahn.  Nobody will be offering those guys a beer on the house anytime soon.  One-way tickets out of town, yes, but no suds.

I also saw team owner Tom Ricketts walking around Wrigley.  Ricketts has done that a lot since his family bought the club in 2009, good times and bad.  Can you imagine Jerry Reinsdorf doing the same?  Unless he could pick the sycophants to fill the stands, that ain’t gonna happen, ever.