In case you hadn’t heard from a Chicago South Sider, the White Sox were the last Chicago baseball team to win a World Series. They did it in pretty convincing fashion, sweeping the Houston Astros in 2005.
Now that we got that out of the way, can we let the Cubs have their moment? Since the World Series started, the Sox faithful have been bitching non-stop about how they’ve been forgotten in all of this whole Cubs making their first World Series since just after World War II thing.
We’re about 5 hours from the Cubs first opportunity to make a World Series since 2003 and I’ve seen an astounding amount of Steve Bartman reminders. The infamous scapegoat of the ’03 season is back in the headlines in maybe the most unfair throwback of all time.
Sure he interfered with a ball that should have been the second out of the eighth inning of Game 6, a play that would have put the Cubs four outs from the World Series. But there are about a million other people that should get more heat than that poor, head-phoned man in the stands.
I could give you a breakdown of all the culprits but the simplest and probably most fair is Alex Gonzalez. His error on a routine double play ball in the same inning should have put the Cubs three outs from a World Series. A Gold Glove caliber short stop couldn’t rise to the occasion. It was his fault. Not a fan going for a souvenir.
So as the Cubs go for their first World Series appearance since 1945 tonight, I beg FOX to at least show that fielding error every time they show that poor fan’s mistake.
I don’t know what happened. I can’t pinpoint the moment when it happened. But at some point it happened. Connor Cook became a god to anybody wearing green and white.
For his whole career I saw Cook as somewhat of a Kirk Cousins who didn’t like football as much. He never seemed like a student to me. If things went wrong, I didn’t imagine Cook thinking about the tape he watched the week before. I imagined him pulling an unsuccessful Brett Favre (heave and pray).
Is anyone on the planet less appreciated than Brian Hoyer right now? Sure you could say single mothers or manual laborers but in my sports oriented Brian Hoyer is by far the worst.
I got back from my trip to Maryland last night after covering MSU hoops at Annapolis this weekend and was bombarded with questions from my roommates asking what tourist things I did during my visit.
Michigan State beat Michigan in football this weekend but that is not what anybody is talking about. MSU was supposed to dismantle Michigan and that is exactly what they did.
All of the talk leading up to this year’s match up was about the general feeling that, if this was any other team, it would be just another rout. I couldn’t even get up my usual Blue hatred that begins to simmer around a week before the match-up.
But then Michigan had to be Michigan.
As September winds down and we rapidly approach October and playoff baseball, I notice my utter indifference as standings and teams fly across the ESPN bottom line. It might as well be a stock ticker for all I care. Meanwhile, my friends from Michigan watch anxiously, checking the Royals scores, aching for the day that the Tigers finally clinch and they can celebrate or whatever happens when a baseball team does something good.
To be honest, I’m jealous. Baseball season used to be my thing, especially September baseball. There’s nothing more exciting than that final chase. Seeing how my team is doing, cursing at teams that lose to my rival like they personally wronged me. There’s nothing like it.