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Game 68 // Eighth Inning, Chicago // Release the Chapman!

TOP OF THE EIGHTH: CUBS 2 – 1 WHITE SOX

 

Oh man. Oh man oh man. This is the night, the first of many to come, when Aroldis Chapman will stride before our eyes, assuming a mantle the Chicago Cubs have never had: a closer. A dominant closer. A lights-out force of baseball nature, a Sidd Finch come to life out of April Fools’ fictions, a magician with fastballs for spells, shooting out faster than ever recorded. A piece of the paranormal. Oh man. A great steep step-up from Ohman. Oh man. Chapman. He’s here.

Wrigley Field is electric with hype. Continue reading “Game 68 // Eighth Inning, Chicago // Release the Chapman!”

Game 45 // Ninth Inning, Kansas City // Royals Rally, Rally, Rally, Rally

BOTTOM OF THE NINTH: WHITE SOX 7 – (1) 8 ROYALS

 

A tale of two images. Heaven flipped into hell. A win into a loss. Agony. The innocence of childhood sports fandom gone. Disbelief. Hawk Harrelson in the White Sox’ TV booth near tears. Likely punching a hole in the press-box wall. Screaming. Vomiting. Exasperated. A minutes-long bleep of censored profanity. To channel my college professors, what the Greeks called peripeteia: a sudden turn of events or unexpected reversal of circumstances. Continue reading “Game 45 // Ninth Inning, Kansas City // Royals Rally, Rally, Rally, Rally”

Game 42 // Third Inning, Chicago // Homecoming, Juan Uribe

TOP OF THE THIRD: INDIANS 3 (0) – 1 WHITE SOX

 

A statue of a leaping, striving, stretching shortstop careening into the annals of World Series history, White Sox glory—the iconic first out of a trophy-winning ninth inning in Houston.

Reanimated, shaking off the bronze coating, scrubbing off the rust, stepping out of the championship pavilion and back into the batter’s box Continue reading “Game 42 // Third Inning, Chicago // Homecoming, Juan Uribe”

Game 31 // Eighth Inning, Arlington // Rangers Top the Sox

BOTTOM OF THE EIGHTH: RANGERS 13 (6) – 11 WHITE SOX

 

Silence on the TV broadcast mic for Hawk Harrelson, as Ryan Rua rounds the bases and touches home for the seventh run of the inning. The ball touches down onto the grass hill beyond the center-field wall, like a PGA-winning hole-in-one—fans from both sides of the bleachers streaming out to snag the winner. Continue reading “Game 31 // Eighth Inning, Arlington // Rangers Top the Sox”

Game 19 // Seventh Inning, Toronto // Sox Shock Again

TOP OF THE SEVENTH:  WHITE SOX 6 1 – 5 BLUE JAYS

 

So in case you haven’t heard, there’s something special going on in Chicago, and not the more expected sight of a Blackhawks team clawing its way back into yet another Stanley Cup Finals (pour one out…)

It’s that…and I didn’t think I’d be saying this in 2016… the White Sox… are best in the American League. And it appears Continue reading “Game 19 // Seventh Inning, Toronto // Sox Shock Again”

Game 6 // Seventh Inning, Chicago // Cold-Weather Rally

TOP OF THE SEVENTH: INDIANS 2 3 – 2 WHITE SOX

The balaclava: official formal-wear of Siberia, ski slopes and bank robberies everywhere, and now…April baseball.

I notice very little in-between out there on the field, with Chris Sale going sleeveless beneath the jersey shirt, Melky Cabrera and Jose Abreu going for full coverage on the face and neck—not, apparently, getting the memo challenging all comers to brave the cold with the barest, most Continue reading “Game 6 // Seventh Inning, Chicago // Cold-Weather Rally”