It’s not like you have to go back that far in a season by an MLB team that is as frustrating, confounding, and generally a waste of time as the Chicago White Sox in 2022. Just last year, the San Diego Padres got it. every player was undefeated, and then went under 500 while the Dodgers and Giants trailed them in the NL West and they missed out on the knockout stages entirely. So it’s not unprecedented.
However, the Padres is trying to create something new, and still has to chase the Dodgers. The Sox, meanwhile, won the AL Central title last year, returning the exact same team with a few extra painkillers. And they shouldn’t have to face anything in their own department. The twins are trying to launch a comet by signing Carlos Correa for basically a year, but are still too reliant on Byron Buxton being able to keep all the rubber bands holding him together and a pitcher will have to climb several steps to achieve “anonymity”. Cleveland showed off a completely unknown roster aside from Jose Ramirez.
And that is still the case. The Guardians only managed to get 88 wins, the total the Sox should have achieved while on the run. Like whiskey like the whole season is over, the Sox still has one last miracle to try and save itself this week. A three-game streak at home against Cleveland, they were forced to wipe clean to have any chance. And like they spent the whole season doing, they sleepwalked on a rake and can now expect to get fans out of their misery in two weeks’ time. There is no one related to the Sox who, in any way, will not be thrilled when this season is over: the players, the main office has been disabled by the owners, the fans are exhausted by all. Few teams need to go as far as this one.
Oh sure, the math still says it’s possible. As you learned at the age of eight, math is not your friend. The math is here to make you feel like shit. Six games, actually seven games as Cleveland is the draw lead, with 13 games to play. Sox basically has to run the board from here. They will not.
We did record everything That went wrong or wrong with the White Sox over the summer. They don’t play at their best, they’re sadder than a post, in defense they treat the ball like a fool, and for some reason when they foul, they think it’s 1982 and they will Find your way to victory instead of crushing the ball. into plasma like they were designed to do. Oh, and they can’t stay healthy either, with frequent hits to the IL causing soft tissue injuries.
All of that will sully a Cy Young-worthy season from Dylan Cease, the only thing Sox fans had to look forward to on the roster besides the surprise netting of Johnny Cueto right as the season dawned.
And with one last gasp, one last chance to haul themselves out of the muck they let fill the house, the Sox face planted. On Tuesday, they couldn’t get to Aaron Civale, coming off the IL, until Cleveland’s defense let them back in. The Guardians outlasted them in 11 innings, when that bullpen that GM Rick Hahn decided to waste his spare cash on instead of the holes at second or in the outfield couldn’t endure. On Wednesday, the Sox got their dicks kicked in, coming nowhere close to threatening Tristan McKenzie while Lance Lynn was pummeled.
And now their fans can put them down. The whole campaign has been bad drunk sex, hoping for a conclusion that long ago became obvious wasn’t possible but would be brought on by some cosmic miracle, meanwhile what’s supposed to be fun becomes grinding work and pointless. Apt given the usual their manager’s security level. Now everyone can go to bed during the winter and try again when the eyes are clear.