Although I’m a die hard Yankees fan, it’s good to see the White Sox in the playoffs. If my beloved boys in pinstripes are bested by the Angels, I’ll root for Chicago. It would be nice to see the Cubbies pull off a series win before I die, though. 
The pain, the pain…
My exact wishes for McCourt and DePodesta are not allowed in MPSIMS. Or the Pit, for that matter. But I refuse to root for the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, California, United Staes of America, North America, Western Hemisphere, Earth.
I think Dodger fans are entirely too hard on DePodesta. He made good moves in the offseason but your team isn’t going to be very good when you have pretty much every single key producer go down to freak injuries like broken fingers, sprained knees, broken wrists, broken ankles, whatever the heck is wrong with Gagne, etc., etc.
Of course, watching Dodger fans shriek in outrage is high entertainment to me. 
Actually, Harrelson’s previous gig was announcing the Red Sox games with Dick Stockton. He headed to Chicago about the same time as Carlton Fisk, just before the Black Shorts/Wide Lapel Jersey era in the Second City.
By the way, congratulations to Chicago. A little reminder of what it’s like to be humble didn’t hurt this Red Sox fan as much as I was afraid it would. Good luck.
Sorry, but Cubs fans don’t get to latch onto the White Sox like that. You suck, and you will always suck, and you don’t get to steal any non-suckiness from the White Sox.
Not that it matters, as the White Sox couldn’t win a World Series anyway.
Go Redbirds.
No, no, no–the bad uniforms were from the Bill Veeck era (1976-80), followed by Fisk (1981) and Harrelson (1982). Fisk did wear the crud duds for one year, because the Sox weren’t allowed to change them in mid-season. Harrelson replaced Harry Caray after Caray decamped for the other side of town. When Harry announced for the White Sox, everybody called him a drunken dirty old man. When he went over to the Cubs, everybody called him a beloved folk icon. What an asshole he was.
Then we haven’t done a good enough job of making ourselves obnoxious. Go away. We don’t want you.
Dude, dial it back.
As a Yankees fan, I’m obviously still hoping the Bronx Bombers pull it off.
But I’d be very happy to see the White Sox win the World Series, truth to tell. Partly because I have a lot of friends from Chicago, partly because the White Sox fans I know tend to be very nice people, but above all:
UNLIKE THE FREAKING CUBS FANS AND RED SOX FANS, WHITE SOX FANS HAVEN’T SPENT THE PAST FEW DECADES WHINING ABOUT HOW CURSED AND PITIFUL AND PATHETIC THEY ARE!!!
I mean, I used to feel sorry for Red Sox fans… a little. I was ALMOST happy they won last year, figuring they’d be less obnoxious once they could give up their self-pity. But no, they’ve been even more insufferable as winners than they ever were as losers.
White Sox fans have always had the dignity and sense not to bitch or moan or gripe publicly. For that alone, I salute them and wish them well (against either the Angels or my Yankees).
Holy mackerel. I could have written that post, aside from my being a Cleveland fan and only having the Padres to root for in the NL.
When I moved to South Bend in the early 90s, I liked the Sox. When I moved away in the mid 90s, I wanted them all to die die die. I watched them every night on TV until I couldn’t take it any longer.
At least you never had to hear Harrelson call Tom Paciorek “The Wimperoo.”
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I’d just like to say that I only looked at this thread because I thought the title was Go White Sex!
I wasn’t talking about you in particular, I was referring to Cubs fans as a whole.
Never having watched the Sox on TV, I can recommend their radio guys. They aren’t amazing, incredible, fabulous announcers, but they’re not offensive or obnoxious homers. Okay, they get more excited about a Sox homer than another team’s, but they don’t whoop it up, unlike the Cubs radio guys (who are AWFUL…okay, that’s just Santo).
I’ll second the recommendation about the White Sox radio announcers, Ed Farmer and John Rooney (I think that’s their names). I’ve listened to them sometimes here in Cleveland when the Indians aren’t playing because for some reason my car radio can pull in the White Sox’ station.
Go Sox. If the Tribe can’t do it I’d rather have lost out to the eventual champion. Besides, I hate the Red Sox and Yankees and while I like the Angels they just won it in 2002 so they need to suffer some more.
Well, this NLDS game is certainly exciting!
Two Grand Slams in one game, for the first time in post-season history.
And Houston hits a game-tying homer with two outs in the bottom of the ninth.
Go Astros!
I hate the Braves, go Astros!
Anyone else listening to this game on ESPN radio? These announcers…not so good. The play by play guy seems to be the type that gets so involved in whatever anecdote he’s relating that he’s forgotten to tell us what’s going on in the game. “And then he said blah blah blah oh, and by the way, Ausmus just hit a homer to tie the game with two outs in the bottom of the ninth”. (May be slight exaggeration.)
Good NL game: 14th, 2 out 6-6 tie bases loaded for Braves and the Braves fail.
Congrats to WhiteSox, I am very happy you swept out the RedSox and while I still hope Yanks go all the way, the team is flawed. Of all the teams left, I would pick WhiteSox to win if Yanks don’t. Besides at least I get to root for El Duke, one of my favorite players.
I’m beginning to wonder if this Braves/Astros game will ever end. It’s all quite exciting but both teams are beginning to run out of players.
What a game. Currently in the top of the 17th and still tied at 6-6. What’s the record for the longest playoff game (in terms of time or innings) in history?
The radio guys are saying that this is now the longest playoff game in divisional series history (I think that’s right) in terms of both time and innings.
Going to the bottom of the 17th now.
This is it now, in both senses. It used to be 16 innings (Mets-Astros '86).
If you’re a baseball fan, I don’t know how you can not love this. I’m a Braves fan, and I’m digging it even though I ought to be on the verge of a stroke. And I sure don’t trust Joey Devine.