S.O. is the son of a NWI steelworker, and chose White Sox fandom as a youth on the merit of blue-collar sensibilities and self-respect. A Los Angeles native for the last 10 years, you can find Optimist alone at an East LA diner counter, the back wall of a DIY punk show, or on his couch suppressing the inherent fury of White Sox fandom to squeeze out a few drops of prospective optimism for the purpose of upcoming SSS blogs.
S.O. will be penning at least one column a week for us, running on Sunday mornings.