White Sox Play Coyote To Twins Roadrunner
One of my favorite cartoons growing up was the Roadrunner . The Roadrunner was always being chased by Wile E. Coyote, who invested his life savings in products from the Acme Company. But no matter what clever trap the Coyote thought up, the Roadrunner always bested him.Now, you can look at this two ways. The first being that despite numerous failures, the Coyote will not give up. The other way you can look at it is, this is a text book definition of insanity that being trying to do the same thing repeatedly hoping for a different result.
When the White Sox play the Twins, it's six of one, half a dozen of another.
Try as they might, the Sox have turned their dealings with the Twins into a parade of drop kicks off a cliff. Jim Thome Tuesday night. Losing a 5-3 lead last night. Fighting the good fight, but in the end still lying at the bottom of the canyon with the Twins standing high on a bluff, smiling and saying "meep meep." It's enough to crush your soul if you let it.
I thought Ozzie's rant yesterday was right on, that it's not just Thome that's gone, it's Jermaine Dye. Before that it was Joe Crede and before that Frank Thomas. Things change. Rosters change. Saying one guy would have made the difference is pure speculation tantamount to backseat driving. How much of a difference would Jake Peavy have made? Or D.J. Corrasco playing the part of Tony Pena?
Sure, you can whine, bitch and moan about not having Thome on the team and say "I told you so!" all you want if it makes you feel better. But be advised that Andruw Jones has as many homers as Thome does this year and he can actually play defense.
I don't have any solutions this morning. I don't have any wisdom. I just have frustration. We'd all like to think that with this pitching staff, this bullpen and talent like Konerko, Quentin, Pierre, Rios, Beckham et.al. that this Sox team would be good enough to at least compete with Minnesota. For what ever reason, these guys are in the White Sox heads. The Twins have no fear of the Sox, battling them at will to a usually favorable result. I guess you just tip your cap as you make that long fall to the bottom of the canyon.



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