Happy Saturday, White Sox fans, and happy Dylan Cease Day, I guess. Our losing streak has ended, and we can continue that endless, season-long climb back up to .500 in the most confusing way possible.
Today’s comeback was a struggle through every moment, and it’s on par with what’s expected these days from this team. Being a lifelong White Sox fan has netted many despondent seasons on par with this same level of disappointment, but I didn’t anticipate suffering the years of that painful rebuild to get to this pole-obscured, 500 level of hell, and maybe the escalators aren’t broken today with this win, but the bathrooms near our seats are closed, so we have to walk all the way across the concourse just to pee, and we’ve had six beers.