It happens every year, like clockwork.
Sometime in October, the Chicago White Sox make their typical early exit from the postseason — if they made it there at all. As the season ends, fans like me are left to navigate disappointment on their own while simultaneously suffering the excuses and vague platitudes about “doing better” that start trickling out of the front office at 35th and Shields.
But then, the holiday season hits. I’m too busy planning meals and facilitating Christmas magic for my kids to pay much attention to what’s going on at the Winter Meetings.