WatchingWatching this White Sox team turn the possibility of a big, gift win against a playoff-contending opponent into another loss, I realized something.
My anger was gone.
Couldn’t find it.
No rage. No blame.
Nothing.
Something in me has changed while watching the current iteration of my favorite team. Something in me has broken, or fundamentally changed.
I don’t hate them at all. I am still following the games. Still rooting for them to succeed. Still rooting to feel that warm thing in the pit of your stomach when your favorite team wins the game.