There’s so much blame to go around in the White Sox organization. The owner is a meddlesome skinflint. The front office is incompetent. The manager is, practically speaking, deceased. These are difficult things to deal with as a fan because it leaves one with the same sinking feeling, year after disappointing year.
But it would be unfair to lay absolutely all of the blame on them without casting at least a judging glance at the guys on the field. Sure, management is responsible for fielding the roster, but these are supposed to be professional ball players.