Nothing in my baseball life has been as predictable as the phrase, “The Yankees beat the White Sox” and the reality that goes with it.
If it’s not one thing, it’s another.
My Weekly Offseason Musings About the White Sox and More…
The Yankees’ acquisition of Javier Vazquez brought the number to three of Ozzie Guillen castoffs that are on the roster of the World Champs. Javy joins Damaso Marte and Nick Swisher who have gone from Oz’s doghouse to The Bronx.
BA on the Move Again
Once the heir apparent to Aaron Rowand in centerfield, Brian Anderson certainly hasn’t panned out the way many expected. After a failed few years with the Sox, BA was jettisoned this past season to the Red Sox for Mark Kotsay. Now he’s off to Kansas City where he just signed a one-year $700,000 contract in an effort to salvage his career.
Top Pitching Rotations? Don’t Forget About the White Sox
New York and Boston are all abuzz with excitement over their respective rotations–and, of course, those folks are ignoring the White Sox who have the best rotation in the AL Central. A starting rotation, by the way, that could eventually rank favorably with the more publicized staffs in the A.L. East.
I, for one, am really looking forward to watching Sox starters Jake Peavy, Mark Buehrle, John Danks, Gavin Floyd and Freddy Garcia in action next year.
Top Sox Moments Redux
In my last post, I went on record with my Top Sox Moments of the Decade. It was pretty excruciating to decide only 10, but because the 2005 postseason was the best time in my baseball life I went with seven moments from that year’s ALDS, ALCS and World Series. Hated to ignore the rest of the decade, but a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
I wanted to include one moment from the ’05 postseason, but felt it would be too personal for a list like this. But count it as my No.1 Sox moment of the decade–and of all-time.
The moment I’m referring to was being at Game 1 of the World Series with my 82-year-old Dad (please see the photo opposite my blog). Like so many other fathers and sons we went to countless White Sox games together at both Comiskey and the Cell and here I was with him, finally watching the South Siders play in the World Series. You see, he got two tickets for Game 1 in 1959, but couldn’t go because he had to work. I went instead with my older cousin. I had been hoping since then that the opportunity would arise that he and I could go to a Sox World Series game together.
I’ll never forget what my Dad said when the Sox finally reached the promised land when Bobby Jenks retired Orlando Palmiero on that great play by Juan Uribe.
“All those games, all those years, we finally did it.”