We’re only a month into this baseball season and I’ve already had more fun watching my White Sox than I have the past three years. They’re off to a great start, 18-8, leading their division, and well, as Ozzie Guillen once said, “Fun is winning and winning is fun.”
Beth and I, weather permitting, are heading U.S. Cellular Tuesday night to see the White Sox take on the Red Sox. It’s the hosiery series, I guess. (In these matchups, I refer to my team as the Right Sox.) It’ll be my second game, Beth’s first. We hope to be joined by another couple, one who is a Cubs fan the other Red Sox fan. Don’t worry, I’ll be good.
While last year stunk on the field, Beth and I managed to have a good time during our many visits to the park. Like the time I posted about when we found ourselves seated with a cheering section for the Houston Astros pitcher that night. We learned that Vincent Velasquez was making his major league debut—hence the cheering section. We met his mom and dad and high school buddies. I gotta tell you, he had me right then. And, though I’m no scout, he looked very good that night.
Looks like I might’ve been right. He was traded to Philadelphia in the offseason. So far this season, for a team that was predicted to go nowhere, he’s won four, lost one, has a 1.44 ERA and .89 WHIP. Sorry for all the nerd talk—translation for all non-baseball fans, those are smokin’ numbers.
Here’s to Victor!
But back to the Right Sox. Besides winning, they’re just a lot more fun to watch. If you watch much baseball, you reach a point where you appreciate catching the ball as much as hitting it. And you hate not catching the ball. The Sox are catching the ball. They even turned an historic triple play.
Even the White Sox commercials seem better this year, with Chance the Rapper pitching his favorite team.
Alls’ good. So good that I didn’t even mind that the other team in town is also doing well. And then they went and did this. Win, lose: They’re just innately annoying.
Go White Sox!