As the balance of the 2010s was spent underwater, White Sox fans slowly descended into Charlie Brownery, quick to poke fun at the franchise and roll out the woe-is-us. I’ve tried to avoid dipping too much into that, as it smacks of the “lovable loser” act than any Chicago baseball fan out of their teens knew far too well from the other side of town.
What made the otherwise truncated and dangerous 2020 season such a joy was the White Sox turning a corner into brighter days. Charlie Brown didn’t just kick the football, he snuck up on Lucy and split the uprights from 50 yards out.