For all the talk of chokes and collapses, the Chicago White Sox came into
Thursday’s game against the Detroit Tigers with a solid 16-12 record in
September. Yes, the hard-charging Cleveland Indians closed to within 1.5
games of the division lead by Sept. 22. But you could hardly blame the Sox
for the Indians’ 18-4 record to start the month, a mark which had them
still 1.5 games back as recently as six days ago.
That the Sox got well during the month against the league’s weaker
sisters, including the Tigers and Royals, misses the point; the Indians
did the same for much of the month, then in the last few days the Indians,
Red Sox and Yankees have all struggled at times against similarly weak
Chicago’s recent run, coupled with struggles by the Indians and the other
Wild Card contenders, assured the White Sox of a playoff spot. But
Thursday’s game gave them a chance to claim the prize they’d pursued all
season: the AL Central title, their first in five seasons. With
Freddy Garcia going against 1997 4th-overall pick turned
28-year-old hanger-on Jason Grilli, it was theirs for the
LF Scott Podsednik 3B Pablo Ozuna RF Jermaine Dye 1B Paul Konerko DH Carl Everett CF Aaron Rowand C A.J. Pierzynski SS Juan Uribe 2B Willie Harris
It’s a weak lineup with Tadahito Iguchi and Joe
Crede not playing, but this is still Jason Grilli, making his first
major league start this season after a pedestrian year in Toledo.
Jermaine Dye falls behind 0-2 before Grilli shows why
he’s a career minor leaguer, grooving a fat curve over the plate that’s
smoked for a double–his third curve in a row to Dye, apparently thinking
Dye’s once-shattered leg also wiped out his short-term memory. If you look
closely into the Tiger dugout, you can see Alan Trammell trying to sneak
a listen to his new iPod nano, the box with White Sox wrapping paper on it
perched by his side.
After a Paul Konerko walk, Carl Everett
cracks a deep drive to center. Center fielder Curtis
Granderson has a lot of ground to cover with the wall 420 feet
away, but the ball’s hanging up enough for him to make the play. Only
instead of turning and running back to catch, he’s backpedaling and
watching, like a bookish second-grader relegated to right field. The ball
shoots over Granderson’s head, the center fielder bobbles it, and Everett
cruises into third with a two-run triple. Worst play by an outfielder I’ve
seen this year. Aaron Rowand flies out, Sox lead 2-0.
CF Curtis Granderson 2B Placido Polanco DH Chris Shelton RF Magglio Ordonez 1B Calos Pena LF Craig Monroe 3B Brandon inge C Vance Wilson SS Omar Infante
There’s actually some talent here. Granderson’s outfield follies aside, he’s
a good-looking hitting prospect, especially if he stays in center.
Meanwhile Placido Polanco ranks 5th
in the majors in VORP among second basemen when you combine his times
with the Phillies and Tigers, and that’s after he rode the pine for much
of the first few weeks of the season. Had the Phillies had the guts and
smarts to bench punchless solid citizen David Bell and
his four-year contract instead of worrying about politics and discarding
the supposed malcontent Polanco, the Astros may be the ones looking up in
the Wild Card standings by now. Chris Shelton was a Rule
5 steal from the Pirates, Brandon Inge has been reborn as
a third baseman and Magglio Ordonez has started regaining
his stroke as he tries to put his injury problems behind him.
Thanks to Freddy Garcia, though, the Tigers go scoreless
for the first six innings. All day he throws a change-up that resembles
the one thrown by that guy who calls Garcia his role model, some kid
named Felix. One 0-2 change to Craig Monroe in the
bottom of the 2nd looks like Garcia’s about to gun it in at 96 mph; his
motion is so deceptive, the resulting 84-mph pitch may as well be 64.
Some notes before we get to the late innings:
In the 2nd, Grilli lobbed a BP fastball to A.J. Pierzynski that got lined for a double to right. Paul Konerko would later
hit a first-pitch fastball so hard into the left-field bleachers that it
ricocheted off the seats, caught the Southwest 12:30 flight to Chicago,
and landed in the seats at U.S. Cellular. Jason Grilli, maker of dreams.
The very next pitch, with a 2-0 lead in the 2nd inning, the
execrable Willie Harris and Scott
Podsednik due up afterwards, after Grilli grooved a pitch to
perfection to Pierzynski, Juan Uribe laid down a
sacrifice bunt. The entire White Sox dugout got up to high-five Uribe.
Hawk Harrelson’s broadcast sidekick Darrin Jackson gushed over Uribe’s
perfect execution of the fundamentals. Podsednik then delivered a
sacrifice fly to left on another batting-practice fastball (the end always
justifies the means, right?). At press time Mayor Daley had just
commissioned a statue to be built in Uribe’s honor in front of Marshall
Alert! Harrelson: “I didn’t look at the Indians’ schedule down the
stretch until three or four weeks ago. But when I saw they were playing
Tampa Bay three before they played us, I was ecstatic. I was elated.”
Jackson: “Oh, yes. We couldn’t have asked for a better scenario.”
Jose Contreras in his last eight starts: 8-0, 60.1 IP, 50
H, 11 BB, 47 K, 2.09 ERA. As Joe Sheehan noted Wednesday in his weekly
ESPNews stint with Brian Kenny on The Hot List, Contreras is the type of
pitcher who fares well against impatient teams with his darting splitter.
If he faces the Angels in the playoffs, that could work out well. If it’s
a patient team like the Red Sox or Yankees, he could be in trouble. Said
Harrelson about Contreras: “He’s been throwing the first-pitch strikes,
simple as that. I tell ya, he got ahead of a lot of Tiger hitters
last night.” Yup, exactly–Tiger hitters.
After the first two batters reach in the 7th, Vance
Wilson and his 602 OPS are due up. The Tigers are playing with an
expanded roster, Wilson is one of the worst hitters on the club, they’re
facing a tough righty in Garcia, and the Tigers actually have a chance to
rally…and Trammell does nothing, letting Wilson hit. With a man on in
the 9th after the Tigers have cut it to 4-2, Trammell does the same thing,
leaving Wilson in as the potential tying run, when the Tiger statue in
front of the park would have a better chance of going yard. In the 8th,
Guillen brings in fireballing lefty Neal Cotts. Trammell
leaves in Carlos Pena as the would-be tying run, with
Pena hitting .149/.184/.362 vs. lefties for the year–he whiffs on a
slider in the dirt.
Do teams just not have any pride at this point in the season, or what? Oh
wait, my bad…looks like there’s an Escalade with a black and white bow
on it in the front of the Tigers’ parking lot.
Up 4-1, the Sox bring in Cliff Politte after Polanco
reaches on a single. He’ll yield an RBI double to Ordonez to cut the lead
to two, but no more. Politte owns the
second-lowest batting average on balls in play in the majors at
.205–only Matt Wise with an obscene .190 BABIP is lower.
Bet you a brat with everything on it the Sox give him a multi-year deal
The decision not to pinch-hit for Wilson in the 9th works for the
Tigers–sort of–as Crede boots a routine grounder, putting two on with
none out and making Sox fans sweat. But recently minted closer
Bobby Jenks, pressed into duty due to Dustin
Hermanson‘s injury, shuts the door. After Trammell briefly wakes
up and pinch-hits Dmitri Young for Omar
Infante, Jenks fans him on a wicked 0-2 curve. He then gets
Granderson on an 0-2 yakker, this time looking.
How did Bobby Jenks go from Top-40
prospect to one of the top head cases in the game and a likely
washout, to closer for a division-winning ballclub? By tweaking his
control, allowing just two homers in 36 innings while fanning 45, and mixing
a fastball that tops 100 with a killer curve. Gotta love it.
When Polanco’s liner lands in Konerko’s glove, White Sox Nation lets out a
collective “Yes!”, the specter of a history-making choke dead and buried.
Your AL Central champs are the Chicago White Sox.
So how do the Sox’s playoff chances look, with all the doomsday scenarios
resoundingly put to rest? We’ve ragged
on the Sox already this season, but it bears repeating. Their lineup
will be better than it was Thursday with Iguchi and Crede in there, but
it’s still an offense with too many limited right-handed hitters and an
offensive sieve at the top of the order.
There’s been some speculation that SmartBall, the brand of baseball
supposedly preached by manager Ozzie Guillen, will serve the Sox well in
the playoffs. Their supposed basestealing strength is actually a weakness,
with the team swiping at a 67% success rate; even with offense down
somewhat this year, that’s still soundly below breakeven in today’s game,
meaning the Sox would be better off, as a whole, not trying to steal at
The bigger problem is the team’s vulnerability to matchups, a problem
that’s magnified in the playoffs against teams with stronger, deeper
rosters. A Scot Shields or even a Jon
Papelbon could plow through the Dye-Konerko-Rowand meat of the
order; Granderson-aided triples or not, Carl Everett‘s
not the answer to balance things out. The Sox will need lights-out
pitching, especially from their starters, to avoid having to win matchup
battles late in games against more diversified teams. Will Guillen ride
the hot hand? If so, Sox fans could be in for a wild scenario: Their
chance at the first World Series in 88 years could rest in the right hand of