Saturday, September 6, 2008

Bring Out Your Dead...


I'm bummed.

The best player for the White Sox, Carlos Quentin, is probably done for the year. This guy carried our team all year. Now, he bangs his hand on his back after fouling a ball off and breaks a bone in his hand. So, what do you do when you lose your "best" player? I've seen this before. One of two things usually happen. You stink. Or: The "best" player goes down and all of the sudden, everyone else steps up and more than makes up the for the loss.

Yesterday, upon hearing the news, the Sox went out and spanked the best team in baseball, the California Orange County not quite Los Angeles but not Oakland either Angels of Anaheim. I think that's their official name. The proof will be in the series. If we sweep or win it, it's a good thing and may bode well for this month.

At least my manager didn't drive to the wrong state like Lou Pinella. What a dope.

Thought to ponder: I wonder if 2008 is just a modern version of 1969? Mhmmm...

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