White Sox fans have had a laundry list of gripes trailing back through the past decade, but there’s always a bolt of sunlight bursting through the thick clouds of mediocrity.
Sometimes those moments come from the achievements of individual players, like Philip Humber’s perfect game or Paul Konerko’s 400th home run. Other times it’s the fan experience that adds the spice of life, like giving your uncle the Heimlich maneuver in the 500-level concourse after he chokes on a Polish sausage. It’s moments like those that dump some pepper on an otherwise bland stretch of baseball.