Maybe you’ve heard …
The White Sox can’t hit, can’t field, can’t run the bases and can’t stay healthy. They whiffed on their manager, failed to put the right roster pieces together, hit the snooze alarm at the Aug. 2 trade deadline and have a .500ish record attached to them like a Siamese twin. They’ve been a dead team walking seemingly all season and have as much hope of winning the World Series as your perpetually mustard-stained Cousin Earl has of being the next “Bachelor.”
