(Not) Crazy

A sane person can hold all sorts of contradictory notions at the same time, or so the saying goes. I know I do. Right now, I despise White Sox owner Jerry Reinsdorf and don’t think much of his puppy announcer, John Schriffen. I also absolutely hate that the Sox went 41-121 last year. So, why does reading Jim Callis on mlb.com today tick me off? Callis wrote of Sox pitching prospect Noah Schultz, “I’m slightly worried he’s going to be so impressive he’s going to ruin his candidacy by getting to the big leagues too quickly. On the other hand, his team is atrocious and they aren’t going to contend so they don’t have to rush him.” S@!$& you, buddy. A big part of baseball’s appeal is predicated on the hope next year brings; it’s what sustains fans like me rooting for teams like the Sox. Yes, I want the 21-year old Schultz to make the team out of spring training and have a breakout rookie season. But that won’t change what I think of Reinsdorf and Schriffen. I mean, I’m not crazy.