Author’s note: For tonight’s game evaluation, I will set aside the use of illeism and share a personal story instead, stemming from the overwhelming exhaustion and burnout experienced by Chris Getz as the season winds down. If this approach isn’t to your liking, you might want to skip this piece entirely.
The last occasion I stumbled in life was during my freshman year of high school, when I held a fast food job that was essential for my survival, despite my inability to legally drive to work at my age. My supervisor, a resentful and unpleasant person who seemed to harbor a disdain for teenagers, refused to acknowledge my medical issue that hindered my grip when my hands became cold. His conclusion was that being a “hot” 15-year-old meant I couldn’t possibly be disabled (or even seen as a child), implying that only those who were visibly disfigured were entitled to sickness. Though I hadn’t received a formal diagnosis yet, I sensed that even if I had, it would make no difference in his eyes.
So when my manager insisted and threatened to fire me if I didn’t continue to wash an endless supply of ice-cold vegetables for coleslaw, I found myself with no other option. In excruciating pain, my numb and dysfunctional hands had effectively denied me movement due to the biting cold.
I was determined that no one would witness my tears. With my hands refusing to cooperate, I slipped into the walk-in freezer, quieting my sobs by covering my mouth with my arm for about a minute before returning to my depressing task of slicing carrots and cabbage. To regain movement in my partially-paralyzed hands, I had to run them under scalding hot water in the dim prep area at the back, but due to my neuropathy, I wasn’t aware of just how hot the water was. I ended up burning my skin, all for the sake of a large vat of coleslaw that was ultimately dumped into the trash at the end of my shift.
I plotted my revenge against my obnoxious manager by putting in minimal effort at that fast food establishment, taking every chance I could to sneak crispy strips and sides, and generally being as unpleasant as possible to anyone who crossed my path, until I was finally let go. Surprisingly, it took longer than one might expect.
I pointed fingers at my manager, the owner, and the franchise as a whole, claiming to be wronged while just trying to get by in grim circumstances. However, I now realize that my termination was ultimately my responsibility, regardless of my manager’s law-breaking behavior. I won’t disclose the name of the franchise, but let’s say it rhymes with Unlucky Snide Wiccan.
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As I matured and understood the concept of accountability, I ceased the habit of quietly quitting and transformed into an overachiever. I became someone who aimed to excel in everything I did, and the rush of serotonin I felt from dedicating myself to my best efforts was significantly more fulfilling than passively accepting tasks or preemptively dismissing them before others had the opportunity to do so. I still don’t…
I’m not sure if my resilience stems from experiences that shaped me or if it was an innate quality that lay dormant within me until the right moment for its revelation arrived. Perhaps it emerged from my frustration with being underestimated and pitied after I received an official diagnosis for my hereditary form of Muscular Dystrophy.
The pain of my past feels like a distant memory now, allowing me to reflect on those harsh moments and understand how they have shaped and honed me into who I am today. I’ve become a fulfilled middle-aged individual who experiences happiness as a baseline state, reveling in many aspects of life. I cherish the friendships I’ve cultivated, the beauty of nature, video games, reading, writing, the companionship of my dogs, and the joys of cooking and baking. I also find delight in performing musical sketch comedy and embracing my goofy side in front of large audiences.
Once upon a time, baseball was a significant passion of mine.
Covering a losing baseball season is still enjoyable, particularly with South Side Sox, as our team receives unwavering support from our leader, the respected writer and former beat reporter Brett Ballantini. He is someone I hold in high regard. As the editor of this article, Brett will likely feel a bit bashful about the praise, as he is incredibly humble and down-to-earth, consistently downplaying his remarkable achievements and contributions. Before joining South Side Sox, my writing experience was primarily in television and theater, along with the completion of a couple of fiction novels—fields that share little in common with sports journalism. Brett, a figure I had admired on television for interviewing my childhood sports heroes with charisma and authenticity, approached me about writing for South Side Sox, which felt incredibly flattering. He recognized the humor and quirky perspectives I brought to the table as deserving of acknowledgment.
Such encouragement has made writing about a struggling team a joyful endeavor and has motivated my 2024 season goal: to bring a smile to your face or at least provoke a light chuckle. This drive pushes me to improve continually for you, to make navigating this team’s challenges a bit easier, transforming what used to serve as a delightful escape from reality.
However, as this season winds down, I find it increasingly difficult to spark any joy.
The Chicago White Sox have put forth their worst performance this season, and the rest of us are trying to compensate. Chris Getz resembles a fast-food manager who, after creating a toxic work environment for his young staff, bemoans their lack of enthusiasm when he’s on shift. The players can be likened to rebellious teenagers at the restaurant, putting in only the bare minimum when they think their boss is observing. While there’s no justification for “quiet quitting,” it’s challenging to understand the invalidation and neglect they may experience behind the scenes. While we might claim they’re overpaid (taking home crispy strips and sides on top of their salaries while guzzling multiple large Mountain Dews during their shifts and providing free food for friends), it’s worth noting that fair compensation is subjective, something we are well aware of in the developed world. Jerry Reinsdorf, the franchise owner, acts like someone who cuts corners and fills his pockets, disregarding regulations and misrepresenting earnings. The situation is chaotic from the outside, with mysteries lurking beneath the surface.
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After he accidentally shot himself in the foot, I can’t help but ask: How much more can a fan endure before choosing to abandon ship?
If you’ve been following my writing regularly, you’ve likely noted the significant decline in the humor and anecdotes in my game recaps over the past few weeks. This candid introduction to tonight’s game report aims to connect with you, White Sox fans. What can we still joke about regarding an organization that has dragged our traditions and memories into a pit of despair? What remains to poke fun at while witnessing a team that has quietly given up, refusing even to wash the vegetables meant for coleslaw that will soon be discarded?
As fans, where do we proceed from here? The variations on a photoshopped Jerry Reinsdorf puffing on rolled-up hundred-dollar bills encrusted with diamonds or Guaranteed Rate Field decorated with Spirit Halloween signs have become limited. If you’re thinking, “Come on, Billick. It’s time to entertain the fans,” rest assured, I’ll strive to infuse humor back into my last two game recaps of the season and fully revert to minimizing references to myself.
Something I never thought I would utter has taken root in my mind this week: It’s not funny anymore.
The new network will undoubtedly profit, despite featuring a bland, personality-devoid host who lacks the spine to share opinions beyond the accepted narrative. They’ll attempt to compensate for his incompetence by bringing in our longtime favorites, Frank Thomas and Ozzie Guillén, possibly recognizing our fondness for them as they remain disconnected from the front office and ownership. I wish they would dig up old footage of Brett’s insightful commentary and offer him a contract, so our anguish could cease under the lackluster stewardship of Garfien. And please, Brett, don’t edit this out even though you’re taking a look at it.
They will exploit our nostalgia, fully aware that our love for the franchise and its traditions will compel us to forgive them, thereby reestablishing our bond with our favorite pastime. They understand that we South Siders are part of an enduring community—one that our parents and grandparents likely belonged to, woven into family ties for many, and they’ll leverage these rituals to earn our forgiveness and extract even more of our money.
Eventually, we’ll ignore the fact that multi-billionaire Jerry Reinsdorf conned his way into making The 78 a reality. We’ll head there, thrilled by the prospect of a new stadium in a fresh neighborhood, invigorated by the idea that we’re receiving something substantial. Heck, I might even be among the first to dive into the festivities, enthusiastically kayaking on the river during the game because that rendering looks absolutely stunning. Yet, deep down, we know it’s all a long deception, one we’ll conveniently forget we’re falling for because our love for baseball, the South Side, and the White Sox is profound. It’s a clever strategy on their part. They understand it’s a guaranteed financial success, despite their disgraceful efforts to self-sabotage.
On a positive note, we as White Sox fans can rise from this gloom. During the COVID-19 pandemic, many cherished Chicago theaters closed for good, long-established businesses faded into obscurity, and our social skills deteriorated so rapidly that we now resort to walking group meetups just to forge new friendships. Even I, with an abundance of friends to manage, initiated a swim club at my beach to unite neighbors
As White Sox fans, we’ll never completely let go of our love for the team, even in challenging times. The anticipation of a new, competitive Chicago Bears team, potentially ushered in by the Caleb Williams era, may stoke the flames of our fandom in the near future. When spring training arrives, the familiar pull will be undeniable. We’ll tune in for the home opener, feeling nostalgic as memories of South Side baseball rise up; a cherished presence in our lives that predates our very existence on this planet.
I hope the 2024 White Sox season results in as much shame for the owners and decision-makers as the 1919 Black Sox scandal did for the players. However, we must acknowledge that this is a business—one that prioritizes profit over ethics. While it is true that ethical consumption under capitalism is a fallacy, it becomes deeply personal when our franchise is dismantled by greedy, dishonest individuals.
Thus, South Siders, if you feel the need to boycott the White Sox, take a break—a temporary pause. Spend the winter away, or even skip a season or two. But beware: you will return. If Jerry sells the team or passes it on to his offspring while maintaining the nepotism, or if sufficient time passes, or if a beloved former player becomes part of the broadcast team, or if the prospects show promise. Any of these developments could pull you back in. Our humor may be absent for the remainder of the season, but our hearts will remain tied to this team, whether we admit it or not.
With that commentary and the necessary disclaimer regarding the absence of humor out of the way, let’s dive into tonight’s game.
Jonathan Cannon delivered an unexpectedly strong performance, pitching as well as one could hope. He lasted through five innings, with early-game nerves costing him just one run in the second due to a few hits.
In the second inning as well, Dominic Fletcher hit a hard comebacker that struck Ben Lively in his back hamstring, forcing him to exit the game with assistance. No, it wasn’t even a hit. Fortunately, Lively only sustained a contusion. Pedro Avila took over, while the Guardians’ bullpen effectively stifled the White Sox offense for the rest of the game.
Cannon’s outing concluded in the sixth inning at 91 pitches, while Andrew Vaughn recorded his fourth consecutive multi-hit game—a feat that holds little significance when the team fails to capitalize on it.
Right-hander Sean Burke made his MLB debut in the seventh inning, coming out of the bullpen for the White Sox and notching his first career strikeout by blowing a fastball past Bo Naylor. Grady Sizemore has expressed interest in having Burke start soon, but only time will tell. The rookie righty remained in the game for the final two innings, allowing another run in the ninth after committing his first error while attempting to retire Steven Kwan at first. He is enjoyable to watch, exudes confidence, and performed admirably in his debut.
The Guardians employed seven pitchers throughout the game, ultimately blanking the White Sox with a score of 5-0. While it was tough to watch, things could have been worse. I suppose our expectations have hit rock bottom.
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White Sox 2024 Season Record Pace 37-125 (.226)
All-Time White Sox Record (1901-2024) 9,586-9,604 (.4996)
Race to the Worst “Modern” 162-Game Record (2003 Tigers, 43-119) 6 games worse; to finish with a record of 44-118, they need to end the season 11-5.
Race to the Worst “Modern” Record in a 162-Game Season (1962 Mets, 40-120) 4 games worse; must complete the season 8-8 to achieve a 41-121 record.
Race to the Most White Sox Losses (1970, 106) a new record is being set at 113 and counting.
Race to the Worst White Sox Record (1932, 52-109-1*) CLINCHED, now trailing the 1932 team by 12 games.
Race to the Worst Post-1899 Record (1916 A’s, 38-124*) 1 game worse; to finish the season at 39-123, a 6-10 finish is required.
*record adjusted to a 162-game season
Poll
Who was tonight’s MVP?
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24%
Andrew Vaughn – 2 hits in 4 at-bats, marking his fourth consecutive game with multiple hits. (He washed the freezing cold carrots and cabbage but was prohibited from using the shredder due to his age).
(8 votes)
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42%
Sean Burke - made an impressive major league debut, pitching 3 innings with 3 strikeouts. (Due to a no-show, he worked an additional four hours, disregarding the child labor laws that don’t hold him accountable).
(14 votes)
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33%
Crispy strips meal
(11 votes)
33 votes in total
Vote Now
Poll
Who was the cold cat of the night?
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45%
Andrew Benintendi – 0 for 4 – absent without notice.
(15 votes)
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36%
Gavin Sheets – 0 for 4 - his mother informed his employer that he was unwell, yet he appeared perfectly fine at school the following day, chatting about the movie he had seen with friends while he was meant to be at work.
(12 votes)
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18%
A double down sandwich—yes, the one where fried chicken serves as the bread, with even more chicken stuffed inside. To be honest, I’m a vegetarian.
(6 votes)
Total votes: 33
Cast Your Vote
Poll
Do you think Sean Burke will be the starting pitcher the next time he takes the mound?
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From Fast Food to the Foul Line: A Personal Reflection on Baseball, Burnout, and the South Side Struggles
The Intersection of Fast Food and Baseball Culture
Fast food and baseball are two cultural icons in America that represent convenience and tradition, respectively. Growing up on the South Side, my experiences with both have shaped my understanding of community, resilience, and the struggles we face.
Fast Food: A Symbol of Convenience
- Accessibility: Fast food restaurants are ubiquitous, providing quick meals to busy individuals and families. On the South Side, they often serve as meeting points for friends and families.
- Nutritional Concerns: While convenient, the nutritional value of fast food is often questionable. This highlights a broader issue of food deserts in urban areas, where healthier options are limited.
- Cultural Impact: Fast food chains often become cultural landmarks. The local McDonald’s or Burger King is more than just a place to eat; it’s a gathering spot that fosters community and connection.
Baseball: The Heartbeat of the Community
Baseball, often dubbed America’s pastime, holds a special place in the hearts of many South Side residents. It is a sport that transcends generations, bringing families together and providing a sense of identity.
- Community Events: Local games at the Wildcats Baseball Stadium or Paradise Field draw crowds, showcasing talent and fostering pride in local athletes.
- Life Lessons: The game teaches valuable lessons about teamwork, perseverance, and handling both victory and defeat.
- Connection to Heritage: For many, baseball is a link to their heritage, a way to pass down stories and traditions from one generation to the next.
Burnout: The Unseen Struggles
Amid the joy of baseball and the convenience of fast food, burnout is a pervasive issue, especially in challenging environments like the South Side.
Understanding Burnout
Burnout isn’t just a workplace phenomenon; it affects students, athletes, and community members alike. The pressures of life can lead to emotional, physical, and mental fatigue.
Signs of Burnout
- Chronic fatigue and exhaustion
- Decreased motivation and performance
- Feelings of apathy or cynicism
Root Causes
- Socioeconomic Challenges: High unemployment rates and limited access to resources can exacerbate feelings of hopelessness.
- Pressure to Succeed: Young athletes may feel immense pressure to perform, leading to stress and burnout.
- Limited Support Systems: A lack of mentorship or guidance can leave individuals feeling isolated in their struggles.
Personal Reflection: My Journey Through the Struggles
Reflecting on my life, I’ve lived through the duality of fast food convenience and the heartfelt camaraderie of baseball games. These experiences have taught me about resilience and the importance of community support.
Anecdote: A Day at the Field
One summer evening, I attended a game at the Wildcats Baseball Stadium. The air was filled with anticipation, the smell of hot dogs wafted from nearby vendors, and the crowd buzzed with excitement. Yet, I noticed many young players looking tense, a stark contrast to the joy of the spectators.
Lessons Learned
During that game, I realized that while baseball is a unifying force, the pressure placed on young athletes can lead to burnout. How do we balance the joy of the game with the pressures of performance? This question lingered with me long after the final pitch.
Beneficial Strategies to Combat Burnout
Here are practical strategies to help combat burnout in both sports and daily life:
Self-Care Approaches
- Prioritize Rest: Ensure adequate sleep and downtime to recharge.
- Engage in Hobbies: Pursue interests outside of baseball to relieve stress, such as art, music, or cooking.
- Mindfulness Practices: Meditation and yoga can provide mental clarity and reduce anxiety.
Community Support
Building a supportive community can mitigate the effects of burnout:
- Mentorship Programs: Connecting youth with mentors in their field can provide guidance and reduce pressure.
- Team-Building Activities: Encourage teams to engage in activities outside of the sport to foster camaraderie.
- Open Dialogue: Create an environment where discussing mental health is encouraged and normalized.
Case Studies: Success Stories from the South Side
Many organizations on the South Side are addressing burnout and promoting healthy lifestyles among youth.
Example 1: Local Youth League Initiatives
Several youth leagues have implemented programs focusing on mental health education, teaching young athletes the importance of balance and self-care.
Example 2: Community Health Workshops
Community centers offer workshops that address nutrition and mental well-being, aiming to educate families about healthy choices both on and off the field.
First-Hand Experience: Finding Balance
Personally, I’ve found that integrating my love for baseball with my passion for community service has been invaluable. Volunteering at local events has provided me with a sense of purpose while allowing me to connect with others who share similar struggles.
Final Thoughts on Balance
As I navigate my journey, I continuously seek ways to balance the fast-paced aspects of life with the tranquility found in baseball. It’s a constant effort, but one that shapes my identity and fuels my passion.
Resources for Further Support
| Resource | Description | Contact |
|---|---|---|
| Local Health Clinics | Provide mental health services and support for burnout. | (555) 123-4567 |
| South Side Youth Programs | Offer mentorship and guidance for young athletes. | (555) 987-6543 |
| Nutrition Workshops | Teach healthy eating habits and meal planning. | (555) 555-5555 |
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