I feel like Charlie Brown can describe anything I want to say better than I can.
On a wet and cold and windy and miseable night in Motown, the White Sox momentum came to a dead halt. Again.
There are some pretty abysmal statistics floating around in the White Sox offense, with certain members of the line-up 0/15 and 4/38 in their most recent plate appearances. And, yeah, there is a whole host of other things I could expound upon, but tonight. I’m just going to hope that the Sox defrost overnight and pull things together overnight.
I would really be a fan of seeing some unfamiliar faces in the line-up tomorrow and seeing the order get shaken up a bit. Because things really aren’t gelling right now, so why not try something new?
What’s the worst that could happen?
Watching the Dandelions Grow 