Sox fans of a "certain age" couldn't get enough Horlen and Berry and Peters and Aparacio. The pitching on the '66 - '68 teams was insane. If only those teams had any hitting at all -- for one thing, '67 might have been a WHITE Sox/Cardinals Series instead of Bosox/Cardinals.
My personal favorites from that era were pitchers Horlen, Peters, Bruce Howard, and Tommy John, plus Little Looey and Ken Berry.
As far as Gentleman Joe (Joel) Horlen was concerned, one of my most memorable White Sox fan moments was sitting in a booth for 4 and spending 3-4 hours talking baseball, eating pizza, and drinking beer (Lou's on Wells) in October 2012 with Joe and Mike Epstein (Senators/Rangers/Oak; also baseball hitting coach known as Ted Williams's hand-picked hitting coach disciple).
Joe was on the decline already, but still one of the nicest and most genuine human beings I've ever had the privilege to meet. Soft-spoken; humble; genuinely modest about his career, including posting some crazy amazing stats in his hey-day. For the 'utes among us, it wouldn't be entirely inaccurate to think of Joe as a Greg Maddux type. As a 9 year old, I had the privilege of being there for his no-hitter against the Tigers. I remembered a fair amount about that game, but, of course, knowing that I was going to have dinner with Joe, I studied up on the highlights too. He had clearly forgotten a lot of it, but he couldn't get enough about my own memories, plus the deep-dive that I had done not only about that game, but his career -- who he was good against (and who hit him hard), plus who he had a little success against as a hitter (Joe was not a particularly good hitter; Gary Peters -- who some thought could have made it as a hitter and actually pinch-hit a bit for these hitless wonder Sox teams -- was the hitting pitcher on the team). And while some of the details of his career had clearly become a little foggy, he had quite a few colorful recollections about interactions with some of the superstars of the day -- including some stories about his winter playing with Roberto Clemente in Puerto Rico in the early 60s -- Joel thought Clemente was the best player he had ever seen.
And Mike Epstein -- simply a great guy as well. He had traveled with Joel and was very protective of his little buddy (Joel was a regular sized 5'11 or so guy and Mike Epstein was a 6'4 moose). They had been teammates on the 1972 Oakland A's -- Joel's last year in baseball, the only year he had NOT pitched for the Sox, and that A's team won the World Series of course against the Big Red Machine! During our night at Lou's, Joel made sure to tell the waitstaff that this quiet Texan had thrown a no-hitter and for a 5-6 year run was one of the best pitchers in the game -- the fine folks at Lou's did their part and supplied some free beer for the hero of the evening.
So sorry to hear that time and a truly harsh disease has had its way with one of the real good guys (baseball or anywhere). Be well, Joel Horlen!