Forked In Boston

I know I have been an optimistic voice all season long.  I know I have preached patience.  I know that I have tried to put as much lipstick on this pig of a team as possible.

After watching the White Sox flush another winnable game last night, I have sadly come to the conclusion that being 4½ games behind the Tigers at this point is not impossible, but improbable, based on the fact that this team cannot get it's act together.

It doesn't matter who pitches on Saturday, be it Jake Peavy, Carlos Torres or the ghost of Cy Young.  If Scott Linebrink is involved in the game, who ever starts will get a loss or an ND.  Same if Octavio Dotel has to pitch.  And even if they come in and do their jobs, either men will be left on base in scoring position or someone will kick the ball around or something. 

Insanity is best defined as doing the same thing over and over hoping to get a different result.  Hoping night after night that this team can put together a winning streak now qualifies.

I'm done.  So are they.  Fork 'em.  Time of death, 8/25/09 at 9:10pm CDT.

 

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