It’s finally time, White Sox fans! A postseason home game, to soothe our shattered souls after enduring a scornful sea of odious orange, in the worst state in the nation. Now comes our South Side salve.
We’ve weathered the storm of problematic, antiquated trash can announcers, which is only fitting while playing the fraudulent Houston Trashtros, and we’re ready for a blackout. We’ve come this far, and now it’s finally time for some fun at home.
With their backs against the wall, the White Sox are headed into a must-win tonight. I invite you to put the memory of the first two games where it belongs — in the sign-stealing trash can — so we can enjoy this game together.