The Chicago White Sox took care of business in a big way today, capping off a six-game west coast swing by sweeping the San Francisco Giants in a 13-4 victory in the finale.
This game was medicine. It was balm. It was chicken soup for the South Sider’s soul. Sure, it was Lucas Giolito versus whoever the Giants could find in their bullpen, but we’ve seen it happen too often that the White Sox find new and innovative ways to lose games that they should have won without breaking a sweat.
We live in a world where fans have been conditioned to think the best way to protect their hearts is by having low expectations.