Saturday night in Cleveland, the White Sox’ Andrew Vaughn wrapped his thickly muscled pipes around teammate Tim Anderson — who was dazed and upset, and maybe looking for a rematch, after being TKO’d by the Guardians Jose Ramirez — and carried him off the field and into the dugout with the get-’er-done matter-of-factness of a mover lugging an armoire into a box truck.
This was, as manager Pedro Grifol saw it, just the kind of leadership a team with a gaping void in that department needed.
