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The White Sox escape Thursday with the lead intact

The White Sox escape Thursday with the lead intact
No matter what the result of the Monday makeup game, the White Sox will end this season with a truly miserable head-to-head record against the Detroit Tigers.  The best they can finish at is 6-12, and that’s despite only facing Justin Verlander twice all year now.  Suffice it to say, if the White Sox make... Read more »

A relatively small baseball fan base puts its hope in Gavin Floyd

A relatively small baseball fan base puts its hope in Gavin Floyd
Gavin Floyd is being thrust from the disabled list into one of the most important games of the season Wednesday, presumably willingly.  He’s returning from his second inactive stint due to a right elbow flexor strain that makes it hard for him to snap off his sliders and curves without discomfort. At the time, this... Read more »

Instant Rationalization - Humber bombed, other elements of the game made irrelevant

Instant Rationalization - Humber bombed, other elements of the game made irrelevant
Like a horror movie villan, the bad, long ball-addicted 2012 version of Philip Humber attacks at any time, and without warning.  And just because he appeared to have been banished to the next world a few days ago, doesn’t he mean he’s ever really gone. After Humber had spent a month on the disabled list... Read more »
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Much Better Moments in White Sox History - Gavin Floyd announces his presence with authority

Much Better Moments in White Sox History - Gavin Floyd announces his presence with authority
In the shiny new Baseball Prospectus’ Annual for 2012, Gavin Floyd’s player comment starts out with “Blessed with the best stuff on the staff”, which is a fun little reminder since he spent most of 2011 refining his hard slider into more of a cutter, trading whiffs for control.  The comment went on to say... Read more »

Robin Ventura - Managerial Final Exam

Robin Ventura - Managerial Final Exam
At an ungodly early morning hour, Robin Ventura sat alone in an unlit room.  The darkness was impenetrable, but from what he could discern, the cold chair he was seated in was the cheap, flimsy plastic-type normally reserved for hot, drunken backyard barbecue parties.  There was a crack in the base of it that stirred... Read more »