Like I was Saying

Guess who came in to pitch for the White Sox last night. Yup, Jimmy Cordero. Guess who gave up two runs to push his ERA to 6.19. Yup, Cordero. Somebody needs to let manager Rick Renter know the team is carrying fourteen pitchers. Given how crappy the Sox looked in losing the rubber game to the Twins, 8-1, better to talk about Mike Brosseau again. The pride of Munster, Indiana, had to duck away from an Aroldis Chapman 101-mph fastball while pinch-hitting Monday night. “We don’t know what was in Chapman’s mind,” offered one of the Yankees’ television broadcast team about the pitch. Apparently, the commissioner’s office didn’t care. Chapman was suspended for three games. Brosseau finished the at-bat by striking out, which is understandable; it’s hard to concentrate after somebody’s almost cracked open your skull. Which is what makes what happened next so enjoyable, for Brosseau and anyone out there—like me—who loathes the Yankees. Brosseau hit two homers against New York last night to pace the Rays to a 5-2 win. I wonder what was in his mind.