Are the Sox Toast?
So I return from vacation to hear Sox fans describe their churning insides as they hurl invective at JJ Putz.
(I will refrain best I can from easy "putz" references, though the mind does wander to such questions as what would happen if Putz, Chien-Ming Wang and longtime baseball writer Peter Schmuck all walk into the same bar together).
Three back in mid-August is no death sentence, and I should know better than most about the perils of declaring this team finished.
But the series starting tomorrow in Minnesota is worthy of a gulp and a deep breath.
A day off may reinvigorate a flagging bullpen. The Twins have been out of their minds and are ripe for correction. The Sox have been in good position to win the last two, despite the wrenching outcomes.
Any other transparent attempts at casual confidence are welcome.
Terry and I broadcast from Bears camp in Bourbonnais this afternoon, trying to find something to discuss within the thin football gruel we received Saturday night. If the coaches only give us one material series, they have to expect overmagnification.
When Mike Martz and others make fools of themselves explaining how brilliant Devin Hester actually is (see today's Sun Times), I picture the Scarecrow beaming with pride after receiving his diploma and rattling of the Pythagorean Theorem.
So it's some gear-stripping culture shock for me today, going from five days in NYC to Kankakee County. Should be fun this afternoon with Bears guests and Sox unease.
And where am I going to go for financial advice now that "Monsters and Money" has been cancelled? Damn.
