Many of you (ok, both of my readers) have been wondering why I haven't been posting lately. Especially since the pale hose have been on a massive streak. Add to this the fact that the Cubs are struggling and you have a recipe for fantastic blogging. Right? Wrong. I get no joy from the Cubs losing anymore than I get excited about the White Sox winning. It's still early. I'm cautiously optimistic that we are going to continue our winning ways on the South side. I am also pretty sure that the Cubs will eventually find themselves healthy, and mediocre. Truth be told, the posting has slowed down because of common man problems: job stuff, the weather (it has been nice lately), the wife and life in general have been ever time consuming. No matter, let's review some of the fun the White Sox have had in the past week or so:
First, I'll start with John Garland. Mr. Garland has surprised everyone in the league. He has jumped out to a tremendous start and you can tell the rest of the ball club steps it up a notch whenever it's his turn in the rotation. I'm not saying they don't put forth a great effort for Buerhle and company. I just notice the extra sprint in their steps when Johnny-boy is pitching. They want to do good by him. Which leads me to the second point about this great start: team chemistry.
Is it me, or does Ozzie have a group of guys here that just gel together? It could be the cloud that is winning which gives the average fan and purveyor of baseball the illusion of team chemistry. I think winning helps everyone get along. There isn't anything bad to really say about your fellow man when you are winning. All the questions in the post game are shifted in the direction of positives, rather than the negatives like mistakes on the bases or a booted ball.
Finally, Ozzie has been quiet lately. This is good. I only hope that Kenny sat the Oz down and told him the media is eating him for lunch. Let me clear that up. I don't mean to blame the media for the perception that Ozzie is a hot head. He is a hot head. He sticks his foot in his mouth often, but I think he gets provoked. Unlike this little sports blog, the papers need to sell in the morning. What better way to move product than to open a sports page to a headline reading “Ozzie going to put the Big Hurt on Mags”. Or something to that effect. I'll stick to my day job....