If indeed the Chicago White Sox have become something quite presentable, if they have scouted and drafted and traded and developed well enough, if they have endured long enough, if they have found something in themselves finally, then what came Tuesday night in an empty Guaranteed Rate Field might well be what is supposed to follow.
That is, the little bit of magic. That is, the intoxicating moment that convinces them, that convinces half a city, that what has gathered in the south is more than the sum of these few guys and a good portion of a generation spent finding them.