I want to make something clear. I love many of our players, and I want them to succeed. Really, I do. I root for them to win. I root for them to win EVERY GAME.
I wish Eloy could stay healthy. He has so much power. But since he can’t, we get to settle for 40-60% of the production we might have if he could stay healthy. Which means he will never be a superstar, but he’s talented enough to produce like a solid second tier player. You know the kind of player- a secondary player you can basically count on to do good things most of the time, but not a star. Like One dog. Ray ray. Carlos Quentin. Jermaine Dye.
I wish Luis Robert could stay healthy too, because he’s the one who seems like really could be an actual superstar, someone with such freakish talent that 8 WAR seasons should be pouring off of him year in and year out, but mystery injuries just happen every other week so we will never know. We will just see 100 games or so each season if we are lucky, which I guess also puts him at the production level of a solid second tier player.
I wish Yoan wasn’t so inconsistent. I figured he would be a solid 4-5 WAR player, nothing flashy, but good enough, especially considering his strikeouts. After 2019, I think I knew a lot went his way, but I was hoping he would be the top of the solid second tier player. Thats what I hoped for. That seemed like his ceiling. Now I guess bottom of the second tier is his ceiling.
I wish Andrew Vaughn could put the power game together but he just can’t seem to do it. And we need it very badly. Because as it stands, he’s just a middle second tier player.
Tim has become a really, really good player. Is he exceptional? No, not really. He doesn’t belong in the same conversation with the best shortstops, but he’s probably…you guessed it! The top of the second tier.
I wish Abreu was 30 instead of 35, because he’s still so fucking good and I want him to have something to show for this other than a career of pouring his heart and soul into an inept franchise run by nincompoops, appointed by an old man who has lost touch with the game, and run on the field by an absolutely bewildered coot.
It is a National embarassment.
Jose Abreu is a great player. God, I love him. Will he ever have another .900 OPS season? Probably not, but he was never really a stratospheric, first tier superstar. He was always….yep, a second tier superstar, having probably his second or third best season.
The bottom of our order? A bunch of second tier castaways and also rans that are not even good enough to be first tier also rans.
What can I say about Leury that hasn’t already been said? He’s a part time utility guy any sane team would have in their lineup 40 games of the year.
We end up with Josh Harrison playing out the very end of his string with a lot of hustle but not enough talent, especially in high leverage situations.
We end up with AJ Pollock who doesn’t seem to have anything left worth much of anything.
We send out a stray Gavin Sheets to remind us that we never really ever learn the lesson provided to us by Daniel Palka: older than 26 year old left handed slugging rookies are in the minors for a reason.
Jake Burger who doesn’t have a position. Adam Engel who always had some promise but I don’t know why. I can’t even remember honestly.
All of this is to say that the White Sox are a team that went out and assembled the largest bunch of second tier players ever with no superstar offensive player, and thought they were gaming the system by stacking the deck with The Hall of Pretty Good.
And it turns out that sometimes you just have to go out and sign an actual goddamned superstar or two, and this Organization of Cheapskates was so fucking smart that they thought their way into a ten year debacle of albatross contracts and a rotating clown car of indifference, incompetence, and injury.
I have never felt more trapped as a fan in my life.