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I know there's the long COVID schtick, but I just saw my doctor on Wednesday for lingering symptoms (although I caught it twice, in July '21 and Jan '23). The first time absolutely fucked up my muscles in ways comparable to when I've experienced seizures. Sometimes that muscle pain lasts a few hours, sometimes a few days, sometimes months. The only reason I bring that up is because post-Herm, the White Sox have such a stupid fucking philosophy with how guys have handled their injuries. It's not unreasonable to think that Moncada has just never properly healed and the med staff keeps telling him the equivalent of a high school coach's "rub some dirt on it." And then yeah, there's the possibility that he's just fragile. That's how I feel about Eloy. But Eloy just seems to full on break and can't even swing a bat, whereas Moncada is at least playing.

I feel like the Sox do better against aces than they do against scrubs, because of course they do.

I hate to be the "if you've ever played sports" guy, but if you've ever played sports hurt - especially with a hurt back - then you know that you have to care more than people accuse Moncada of.

Now for the parts I agree with: Burger is a great DH. Everytime Moncada makes the play where a weak grounder is dribbling down the third base line and he grabs it and guns it to first - that's not a play Burger makes. Moncada did that yesterday. He also definitely plays hurt, which takes a fuckton of effort. I just don't understand the dude at the plate. At this point, as much as I love Vaughn, it's not Burger vs. Moncada, but Burger vs. Vaughn or Eloy. I would honestly say Eloy, because anyone that gets hurt swinging the bat as much as he does, well, that's the problem.

If this is about Burger, that's just ridiculous. His work ethic to come back from the two achilles tears shouldn't even be questioned, let alone the hustle.

Ah yes, I remember when we would say these things about dudes like Brian Goodwin.

It was a short draft, but 2020 still happened.

BBQ, easy.

Pain.

That was a fucking throw.

#6

I AM SO CONFUSED.

Romy! f*** the challenge. I already got notification that the Sox won.

Someone inform Lance that he can't blame defense for homers.

The photo of Lance Lynn with the Yankees is objectively hilarious.

So is Moncada!

Robert and Burger doing their part to clear the skies.

Lance, please actually eat salads.

Man, Eloy's defense sure is something.

Alright Jake, I eat my words.

George Miller isn't our biggest concern.

I'm working from home today, but the skies are grey instead of orange. The AQI is dropping to "unhealthy" thankfully and no longer smells like a campefire outside - just slightly musky. If it keeps dropping, they'd almost certainly play. The weird thing is that a bunch co-workers and I all woke up feeling sore, as if we were severely dehydrated. So hopefully the Sox stayed hydrated last night. My idiot neighbors decided that today would be a great day to start drilling our sidewalk, which is kicking up a bunch more dust.

Ironically, rain would clear out the smoke.

Anyway. #5

Weird ass weather patterns This is what a nor'easter is, because I had no clue until I moved here: