The Glass Half-full

So, I could talk about how Carlos Rodon of the White Sox has been placed on the IL after his 3.2-inning start on Wednesday, with Tommy John surgery a possibility.  And I could ask if manager Rick Renteria was made to talk about a Rodon’s alleged blister problem or he came up with that all on his own.  I could also provide, on request, the phone numbers of two people (you both know who you are) I talked to on Wednesday, telling them that from his body language Rodon either didn’t want to pitch or he was hurt.  But that’s all glass half-empty stuff.

 

No, I want to talk about last night’s game against the Red Sox at Guaranteed Rate Whatever.  The weather was absolutely miserable, temperature in the 40s with a steady mist.  As a rule, White Sox fans aren’t inclined to risk their health in such conditions.  If the visitors bring their fan base along, fine.  And Red Sox Nation looked to be out in force shivering at the old ballpark, let me tell you.

 

They were also loud and obnoxious in the way of creatures who live along the Atlantic Seaboard.  In particular was this guy—my father would call him a “clown,” but I would never do that—who was shouting and pumping a fist when Jose Abreu got thrown out at the plate in the bottom of the sixth inning.  Oh, and the old guy in the Red Sox jacket who kept checking his phone.  And the people who started chanting “New York sucks” around the eighth inning.

 

Too bad Nicky Delmonico hit a three-run walk-off of a homerun.  What a depressing drive back to the hotels it must’ve been for the Nation.  As they say in Beantown, Losahs!