Jim Thome heading back to Chicago would hardly be a homecoming. Prior to his three and half seasons (was it really only three and a half?!) with the White Sox, he spent 12 seasons with the Indians, far more time than what he spent in the black and white. Still, when hearing that the Sox were pursuing Thome after he was put on waivers, I was excited for what I deemed a homecoming. Remembering how crushed I was when I heard that he had been traded abruptly from the Sox to the Dodgers in late ’09, I was eager to see Thome come back after that heartbreak.
Yet when I heard that Thome was not headed back to Chicago, and instead going to Cleveland, I was not that disappointed. Even though I prefer to think of Thome as our boy, he really does belong to Cleveland. And especially after hitting No. 600, it’s looking more and more like this season might be his last. After giving Cleveland 12 great seasons, it’s time for Jimmy to give them an encore. Best of luck to him.
(Though when I googled pictures of Thome, the first ten results were pictures of him in a White Sox uniform. Sign?)
And it’s definitely not over.
Despite the enthusiasm of my last post, I still haven’t really been giving the White Sox much thought lately. That sweep at the hands of the Yankees two weeks ago left a sour taste in my mouth, and I officially proclaimed it over. I stopped keeping track of wins and losses and games behind. I would see online that they won, but not bother to check the standings. I thought no winning streak could erase the fact that it was done. Over. See ya next April.
Then, I heard on SportsCenter that A.J. Pierzynski was headed to the DL with a broken wrist. (For the first time in his career, by the way. I find it amazing that a catcher who is used as much as A.J. has never visited the DL before.) “Big blow for the surging Sox,” one of the anchors said. “They’re only 3.5 games behind Detroit.”
Excuse me, WHAT?!
Yes, it’s true. 3.5 games behind first-place Detroit, half a game behind second-place Cleveland, 8-2 in their last ten, and–my holy grail all season–one game over .500. Just when I had given up, just when I started to sink into the label of “bad fan”, my boys have given me yet another reason to believe. This hope may soon be dashed, as so many have this season, but now I know that I’m sticking this out till the end. After all, there’s still 41 to go. Let’s play ball.
(But, seriously, A.J.? Now is not the time to go on the DL for the first time in your career. Best wishes for a speedy speedy SPEEDY recovery.)
Haha, just kidding. The White Sox relinquished their brief hold on .500 last night with an ugly 10-2 loss to the Red Sox. Apparently Brian Bruney thought it’d be really fun to turn a 5-2 deficit into a 10-2 deficit, all in one inning! Thanks, Brian.
As per normal, I don’t know the exact details of Bruney’s apparent implosion, since, as it has been for about 90% of the season, I do not get the game broadcast on TV. Good thing the Yankees are coming into town this weekend. Four glorious games, all streamed into my living room via the YES Network…
Wait, that’s THIS week?!
Guess I’m a hard-luck fan once more. That cheesy segue was my way of telling the blogosphere that I will be on a mission trip with my youth group until late Friday night, which means I will be without TV/cell phone/WiFi/computer/36 innings of White Sox baseball. It’s definitely a series that I’m sorry to miss, especially considering what happened last time the Sox met the Yanks.
Sorry. I could watch that play forever.
Anyways, I’ll be back here on Saturday, hopefully not writing about some sort of pinstripe-coated collapse. Off to a land where no one will mention the White Sox or baseball or the fact that the Indians just got Ubaldo Jimenez and put a significant crimp in the Central race. (Oops, I guess I just did.)
I will get to see my boys play this year after all! My dad decided to surprise me and purchased two tickets for the April 25th game between the Yankees and White Sox at the Stadium. I am absolutely ecstatic. I can’t believe I will get to see my boys so soon, and I really can’t believe that my parents agreed to let me attend a Monday night game. I guess there is such a thing as miracles.
Because my dad enjoys good seats, and he enjoys saving money, he bought the tickets on StubHub. We got seats in the Main Outfield section for $25 apiece, whereas these same tickets cost $75 on yankees.com. Honestly, Steinbrenners? I mean, they are good seats, but they are not worth $75.
Anyways, the point is that in order to save all that money, my dad had to use StubHub as I mentioned before, and there is a big problem I have with StubHub. You no longer get the actual tickets in the mail. Instead, you electronically download them and print them out at home. This is certaintly convenient if you are purchasing the tickets the day of the game, but for someone buying the tickets 20 days in advance, it is very disappointing. I like having the actual tickets. I like the heaviness of the paper and the foil of the letters. I like tacking them up on my bulletin board to save as a souvenir. I still have my ticket to my very first game, and I love looking at it and laughing at the fact that the Yankees chose to put Randy Johnson on their 2005 tickets (I also like noting that in 2005, these tickets cost only $40, and today, a seat in a comparable section would cost about $125). This printed-out piece of computer paper will get me into the Stadium, but it won’t get up on my bulletin board. It is not special. It is not sacred. Technology made the process of getting my ticket much faster, but it also cheapened the value of it. Even as a child of the computer age, I don’t like that.
The White Sox won their first series against the Indians, and started off 2-0 in the process, which, notably, they had not done since the 2005 championship season. Yes, I know, it is very very very early, but it’s always nice to have a strong first series. As was painfully noted repeatedly during spring training, last season the South Siders had the second-best record in baseball from July through season’s end behind only the Phillies, and would have surely made the playoffs if not for their terrible start.