briefly.

congratulations to the white sox. they. are. awesome. gammons said that - outside of the yankees - they might be the best team of the past 25 years. and he might be right.

i remember the talk about the great part of that yankees team was the fact that they might not have a hall of famer on the roster.

of course...
jeter's a hall of famer.
mariano's a hall of famer.

pettitte's not. bernie wasn't good enough. o'neill wasn't good long enough.

how about this white sox team...

potential hall of famers:
theoretically, buehrle
in the same way, potentially konerko

of course, they've got a long way to go...
but pods and uribe and most likely crede and pierzynski and (although he might make a leap at some point) rowand and garcia and garland (he could also make a leap) and contreras are not.

ozzie guillen will be.

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i got a great message from my white sox fan friend at midnight yesterday...

"hey man. i'm not calling to rub it in. okay. none of that i'm a sox fan and you suck kind of stuff. i just wish you could feel this."

and then he proceeded to explain that he was pulling for the cubs the next time the sox fall out of it. which he shouldn't, but it was a nice sentiment. i should mention that he was probably really drunk at this point.

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we went 0-2 in our softball finale, a disappointing finish to a fun season. the highlight came on a relay play, when our shortstop plunked a runner in the back of the neck. she was okay. her next time rounding the bases, she was again headed to third, and someone (not me, thankfully) said "peg her again." it was funny, i think.

i was 4-for-6 with two doubles on the day, with my two hardest-hit balls going for lineouts to right-center. i think i finish 23-for-28, which is certainly a solid performance.

our offense was abysmal. lots of people trying to hit home runs, which led to lots of opposite field popups.

highlight came in the second inning of the second game. our hyper-competitive (and not very good, or very fun) manager was playing at third. a line drive - a smash - came his way. he reached for it. it hit the pocket of the glove, then fell out. everybody safe.

and then he pretends he's hurt. calls time. asks to get a few balls tossed his way. "i might have fractured my hand." it was so fourth-grade, it was awesome.

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apple pie and wolverine meat on the agenda. go cats. roar.