World Series Champs, yours (not mine) Sox

This goes out to all the good fans of the South Side. I am not a Sox fan, nor do i claim to be one. The Commissioners Trophy is back in the town were it belongs:

It was a victory for the grandparents and great grandparents, who first came into the world when manager Pants Rowland led a group of players named Buck, Swede, Chick, Happy, Red, Nemo and "Shoeless Joe" to the White Sox last World Series title some nine decades ago. It was for the parents who took their kids to Comiskey Park, old and new, U.S. Cellular Field, and heck, even Wrigley Field, hoping against hope that one day they could talk about that special championship season in Chicago.

The win even was for the kids, who have no idea what baseball misery is really all about, having waited only four, five or six years, in some instances, to watch one of their baseball teams celebrate greatness. And this just in for the doubters, the skeptics who didn't believe the White Sox would get to the playoffs, let alone advance.

The first time i saw Eight Men Out, I was in complete outrage. The fact of the story is that it did happen but it was a different time with different players. This was not a curse, rather it was just the baseball god's exacting their vengence.