Your official Chicago Tribune
Opening-Day scorecard reads: Chicago Bears, two
stories (one front page, one back page); Cubs, two stories; and White Sox, one
(again, not done by a beat writer, unless a longtime columnist finds himself
demoted).
As for the Sox 5-3 loss to the
Royals, we’ll lead with the good news: Yoan Moncada looked comfortable both at
third base and at the plate; Daniel Palka made a nice back-to-the-wall leaping
catch in right field; and the team rallied for three runs in the ninth, even
loading the bases with two out. For what
it’s worth, I thought Yolmer Sanchez had himself a bases-clearing double that
turned into the final out. Next game,
for sure.
Now, the bad news: Eloy Jimenez
looked anxious going 0-3 with two strikeouts; mediocre starting pitching courtesy
of Carlos Rodon, who can’t seem to get out of the sixth inning; crappy defense
as evidenced by three errors; crappy relief pitching that coughed up KC’s
margin of victory; and nonexistent hitting until the ninth. Everything gets fixed by next game, for sure.
The best part of the day for me
was interacting with the child who is my 27-year old daughter. Phone calls asking for weather updates (rain
in KC) and what station the Sox were on, followed by texts—Eloy looks nervous,
Chris Sale gave up seven runs in three innings, what does Dad think? The last concerned three pictures of Clare
swinging a length of PCV pipe in her living room. The hitter is starting light as she works her
way back from labrum surgery.
Just for fun, I said she was
opening her hips up too fast. The pictures
showed no such thing, but I need to get ready for April Fool’s.
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