John Antonoff/For the sun-Times
The cracking of balls meeting barrels. The snapping of balls snatched by leather. Peanut shells at our feet. Mustard stains on our teeth. Organ music dancing in our ears.
The baseball season is here again. Isn’t it wonderful?
Ah, but: abject futility on one side of town, and a wanton unwillingness to go all in on the other. Isn’t it not very wonderful at all?
The baseball season is here again. You decide.
With one team, the White Sox, best case, we’re hoping for a finish far enough from the bottom of the major leagues that we can pull the paper bags off our heads.