With Sunday’s fourth
straight loss in Houston, the White Sox find themselves with a record of
30-60. If they keep up the pace, they’ll
lose 107 games, or one more than the 1970 team, the all-time losers, if you
will. In which case, I will have been
witness to, arguable, the two worst-ever seasons for a team that’s been around
since 1901. This is something I would
not wish on my worst enemy; assuming our president even understood the game.
Now, here’s the
thing—107 losses won’t even guarantee next year’s top pick in the draft,
whoever that might be. The Royals and
Orioles are the proud owners of even worse records than the Sox while the
Marlins and Mets (hello, Todd Frazier) might also give them a run for the money,
or basement. Oh, what wicked webs we
weave when first seek to…tank.
They ought to sell
tickets to this tussle in a pig sty; oh, wait, they already do, and people
aren’t especially interested in paying good money to watch some very bad
baseball. Maybe that’s just as
well. The White Sox can keep following
their “we will promote no rookie before his time” plan, and next to no one will
notice. But they’ll still keep charging
an arm and a leg for concessions.
Some things never
change.
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