Show Me

I’m a sucker for musicals, whether on stage or film. In seventh grade, we took a class trip downtown to see “My Fair Lady” with Audrey Hepburn and Rex Harrison. Among the songs I remember (but only sing with my inside voice) is “Show Me.” I’d like the White Sox to do that starting tonight at home against the Twins. Maybe that’s what the Sox were doing this weekend in San Francisco, although it could be another tease, and it’s hard to judge given just how bad the Giants played. But a sweep’s a sweep, and if the visitors wanted to collect seventeen hits, far be it from me to complain. Gavin Sheets hit another double, to go with three RBIs, and Seby Zavala had himself two doubles and three RBIs. Talk about comebacks. Sheets was sent down to find his swing, and, after two weeks in Charlotte, he certainly looks to have done that. He’s batting .292 over his last seven games with four doubles and seven RBIs. If he keeps it up, we’re talking left-handed heaven here. Zavala has been just as impressive, if not more so. Last season, he hit all of .183 in ninety-three at-bats; three of his five homeruns came in one game. His time with the Sox looked over when they outrighted him to Charlotte in April, but Zavala hit well enough in Triple-A (.282, eight homeruns) to have his contract purchased when Yasmani Grandal was injured last month. He’s hitting .313 with eleven RBIs in just forty-eight at-bats and playing a nice defense. Things should get interesting once Grandal is ready to go. Call it the kind of good problem your minor-league system causes when it’s working right. And yet…Sheets picked up his tenth double on the season; so did Tim Anderson, who has forty-three more at-bats out of the leadoff position. You need more production from your number one if you going to win. Ditto third base, where Yoan Moncada put together another 0-for-5 day. Meanwhile, Jake Burger collects cobwebs on the bench. So, I want the Sox to show me something. A win puts them at .500 and only one game back of the Twins in the loss column. I guess the rockets’ red glare will tell.