As White Sox fans, we’re used to being perceived — or perceiving that we’re being perceived — with a certain amount of disrespect. We feel ignored, relegated to an afterthought, being thought about for rarely being thought of at all. Some of that comes from the tendency of every fan base, even the Yankees, to talk themselves into underdoggerism. Some of it is at least somewhat justified: Some unfortunate, underpaid graphic designer at ESPN forgetting about 2005 is in the permanent collection in our collective Library of Implacable Grudges.
The nice thing about being an afterthought is that we’re rarely at a LOL Mets level of ridicule.