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A White Sox Blog Chronicling The Mess Over On 35th.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Time to get the mess up and running 

This outfit is experiencing their best start ever and the 35th Street mess has offered up nary a post to chronicle this historic season, save for an early diatribe questioning the loyalty of one Gene Honda. Meanwhile, Sox fans all over the WWW, like this guy over at WSI, are talking trash and giving serious beatdowns to the local media who still give more time and talk to those mangled milquetoasts on the north side. The truth is here at 35M we're struggling with the success of this outfit so far. We had grown to expect and even enjoy each season of watching this bunch struggling along around .500 before lurching forward to within 4 or 5 games out and building up hopes of a divsion title, before quickly flaming out, sometimes spectacularly and always at the hands of that gang of slightly-above-average, overachieving hustlers and grinders from Minnesota. When Kenny announced he was going for the grinder look in 2005, we just rolled our eyes and prepared ourselves for more of the same. Naturally this bunch shocks the world and storms to the best record in baseball just before the all-star break, sending the 35M staff into full "when we have something to post, we'll post it" mode.
But we've finally snapped out of our first half funk and are starting to accept this outfit as the hustlers, grinders and, yes the winners they appear to be. While fully acknowledging that our heroes over on 35th head the list of teams most likely to experience a historic collapse followed by a fire sale that leaves the team in total disarray, we're going to jump on this bandwagon with both feet and try to enjoy this dream season. There's reason to believe they can keep it going too. The pitching has been out of this world good and the return of Frank has improved the offense quite a bit. As crazy as he sounds at times, Ozzie has been a smart manager who actually appears to do his homework when deciding who plays and who sits, rather than asking a higher power or an imaginary friend for advice as some recent White Sox skippers seemed to do.
So we're onboard the silver and black bandwagon with this bunch, as always without a safety belt, and we're fully prepared to be driven into whatever mess Captain Kenny is ready to steer us into. And we promise there no calls for retooling, at least until the season is over.
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