Cranky

Games like last night’s 12-8 White Sox loss to the Mariners make me cranky. You do not hit two batters in an inning, the second forcing in a run, or give up a two-out grand slam on an 0-2 pitch, all after getting the first two outs in an inning. I’m looking at you, Sean Burke. And you don’t let the number-seven batter drive in seven runs, guys. I was admittedly cranky going into the game after reading a smart-ass remark by Jayson Stark in The Athletic yesterday, that Munetaka Murakami “may not be the next [Harmon] Killebrew, [Hank] Aaron or Bambino [Babe Ruth]. But he might be at least the next Adam Dunn. And we are all in on that.” What the hell does that mean? All I know is, if Dunn exhibited half the personality that Murakami has shown so far this season, he would’ve had a longer career; better stats; and more friends in the dugout. If Murakami resembles anyone recent, it’s Kyle Schwarber, and right now I’ll take Murakami. On a brighter note, the Osvaldo Bido era ended on the South Side yesterday. Bido was DFA’d to make room for someone under the age of 30, Tyler Schweitzer. That almost makes up for the Sox sending down Joran Leasure after acquiring 32-year old Trevor Richards, who made his Sox debut yesterday by giving up a three-run homerun to Josh Naylor. Now, I’m cranky again.