You Gone, White Sox

Congratulations, White Sox. This is officially the last coverage you’ll ever get on HJE. You get very little coverage to begin with because, quite frankly, most Cubs fans with half a brain couldn’t care less whether you win, lose, or take a lethal overdose of methamphetamines. Quite honestly, the only time I can be bothered to root against your pathetic, second-rate team is during the Red Line Series or when my backup AL team, the Minnesota Twins, completely depantses you.

But Wednesday night, enough was enough.

After the Cubs dropped to a completely unacceptable .900 winning percentage in the last ten games, I flipped from WGN to Comcast Sports Net to see if Lou Piniella’s post-game press conference was on. Instead, you were bumble-fucking along, trying to put away the mighty Kansas City Royals in the 15th inning.

Moments after I changed channels, and fewer than five minutes after the Cub loss, a segment of the 700 Sox fans in attendance began a chant. In a 4-4 tie in that 15th inning, your one good hitter, Carlos Quentin, came to the plate in front of your record store clerk favorite slow white guy, Paul “Pauly-K” (CLEVER!) Konerko. And what was the chant that arose in the hallowed stands of U.S. Cellular Field?

Was it, “Carlos! Carlos! Carlos!”

No.

Was it, “Let’s go, White Sox! CLAP! CLAP! CLAPCLAPCLAP!”

No.

It was “Cubs lost! Cubs lost! Cubs lost!”

That’s the most middle-child, second-rate, Northside-obsessed display you’ve put forth in a long history of putting forth such displays. In order to counter-balance such obsession and keep order in the universe, HJE is willing to chip in to help. So, we’re done. Never again will HJE acknowledge that there is more than one MLB baseball franchise in the fair city of Chicago. You’ll be absent from any power rankings. You will no longer be referenced by name, even during the Crosstown Classic.

But first, some parting shots: