When angry, count to ten before you speak. If very angry, count to one hundred. –Thomas Jefferson
…98,99,100. I know I’ve been spoiled over the past decade, as only once have the White Sox not won at least 80 games since 1996. (They won only 75 games in 1999.)
I don’t have to clue you in on how miserable the White Sox have been this season.
When angry, count four; when very angry, swear. –Mark Twain
Fucking bullshit!. This is what generally comes out of my mouth around the seventh inning, as the planet’s worst bullpen since May offers up run after run. Outside of Bobby Jenks, the Sox staff doesn’t have one reliever that you can feel any confidence in. Now I know what it feels like to be a Devil Rays fan. Hey, I’m all for learning to empathize through life experiences, but understanding a little of what it is like to root for the D-Rays is not something I needed to add.
When your team has the kind of record that the White Sox have, you would expect that you are going to be out of many games early. This is the beyond frustrating part, as the White Sox starting pitching has been really good (except for Contreras), so generally the team is up or down by a run going into the 6th inning. In the cases of Buerhle, Vasquez, and Garland, they often get through the 7th inning with the lead. This is the vicious trick that the 2007 White Sox team offers, as you can watch most of the game thinking today will be different, only to have the bullpen blow more opportunites than Nina Hartley.
I could be wrong
I could be right
I could be black
I could be white
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy –John Lydon (Rotten) of Public Image Limited
Look, I realize that this is just one year. I realize that the White Sox failures will not have an impact on the War in Iraq or global warming. This kind of logic doesn’t seem to help me much, as I still, if not externally feeling like going postal, I’m internally filled with moments of rage at my team’s failure. And this comes from a man who’s generally non-violent and very even-tempered, except when dealing with hecklers or car salesmen.
Since the rest of the season promises to be a long one, I plan on joining a Lemaze class, so I can learn to breathe through the pain. If that doesn’t work, I will see if I can get someone to administer an epidural to me during the 7th inning stretch. I mean the 2007 White Sox bullpen has left me feeling night after night like I’ve been the victim of William Ligue.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hey, I will try to focus more, R. Waldo. As a man, I realize how much happiness can be achieved in 60 seconds. I mean, who really has the time for Tantric sex anyway?
Author’s Note: How often to you read a piece that includes Jefferson, Twain, Emerson, Johnny Rotten, Nina Hartley, and the Charles Manson of umpire muggers (Ligue)? This is the kind of baseball analysis that you will never get anywhere else. Overall, I’m guessing that this is probably a good thing.