Yesterday, the White Sox lost their 100th game. 100th game! There is no way I can absorb this. They will go on to become the team that loses the most games ever in the history of professional baseball. And, this is my team. Yes, I stopped watching the games. Losing …plus the terrible broadcaster they hired was too much. But I can’t help myself from checking to see what they do each day.
I don’t know how to incorporate this into my life. Don’t bother pointing out that this is just baseball. As if any fan would pay attention to that puny observation.
The local sports writers and broadcasters expressed their fury and their despair until they ran dry. Now, the White Sox have been picked up as a national story. Joking it up.
My Literature of Baseball class starts in a few weeks. The book is: Why We Love Baseball.
Your experience reminds me of the Cubs of my childhood, but magnified. Jason B. was too good for the team and fled to announce elsewhere. I respect your pain and am sympathetic, Joan.
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