Happy Friday, White Sox fans, and happy Michael Kopech day. The last time we saw our boys play before this series opener in Denver, we felt our collective serotonin evaporate off the bat of some unknown what’s-his-name down the street, at that really old outdoor bar on the North Side whose name I forgot.
There are a mere six weeks remaining in the regular season, so as much as we complain about the White Sox, and as deep as our suffering is during those times when we’re dying for the season to just end already, let’s stop and take a pause.