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If you love scoreboard watching, wild swings in momentum, the essence of Jim McKay’s “thrill of victory and agony of defeat”, then we here in the AL Central say, “Have we got a division for you!”

In the trailer for what will hopefully be another solid Coen Brothers comedy, Burn After Reading, JK Simmons (Hollywood’s go-to “gruff yet clueless authority figure” actor) instructs his CIA charges: “We don’t really know what anyone is after…report back to me when it…I don’t know…when it makes sense.” That’s how I feel in attempting to recap all the various angles that were in play Tuesday night in two ballparks for two teams that seemed headed in completely opposite directions just 48 hours ago. Now they’re back on the parallel track which is probably going to take them all the way to Game 162 with the issue still in doubt.

One of the key themes for the Sox up to this point in 2008 has been a failure to seal the deal during close, back-and-forth games, the kind of tightly-contested games you have to win the lion’s share of in order to be a championship club. They’ve been miserable at doing so on the road, with three of their last six performances outside Chicago perfectly demonstrating how and why there should be no expectation of an easy cruise to the division title. Then there was the fracas that broke out in Sunday afternoon’s lost cause of a game versus Kansas City, a game where every member of the Sox seemed to retreat with the exception of Ozzie Guillen, who got served his inevitable (and not open to appeal) suspension for post-game honesty.

So that brings us to Tuesday night. On an impossibly muggy evening after two days of constant rain and lightning storms in the thick of summer, Sox starter Gavin Floyd didn’t have the comfort zone he took into his last start at Minnesota, walking Curtis Granderson and throwing a homer to Placido Polanco before recording an out. Down 2-1 in the fifth Floyd lost his control for good, and when the inning ended Detroit led 6-1. Little did we know that the “fun”, such as it was, hadn’t even really started at that point.

Meanwhile, in the Pacific Northwest, Scott Baker was running into trouble in the form of Raul Ibanez, who has been to the Twins staff in the first two games of that Seattle series was Justin Morneau was to the Sox last week. At 6-1 Tigers and 4-2 Mariners, with Detroit having broken into an incredibly shaky bullpen by the fifth inning, you’re just hoping both scores hold so no ground is lost in the divisional race.

That’s when Paul Konerko steps up and finally demonstrates how to drill a pitch from Nate Robertson, who’s been nothing short of dreadful against every other team in the league but was on his way to a third-straight dominating effort against the Sox. 6-4. With the Mariners having stretched their lead to 6-3 and threating to add more in the sixth, thoughts dangle that perhaps there’s a game to be gained here, if only you can reach that Tiger pen.

Carlos Quentin built the case for hope a little more with a long fly that scraped past the outfield wall. 6-5. One inning later Alexei Ramirez absolutely ropes one into the Sox bullpen. Tie game, and with Minnesota trying to come back out west, both games have turned into a battle of wills that could have long-lasting ramifications. The innings begin to fade away, one after the other, as that same unreliable Sox bullpen is mounting what might be looked back on as their last stand. Octavio Dotel had a Joba Chamberlin moment in the 10th after striking out Ryan Raburn - and speaking of impressions, right around that same moment 2000 miles away, when Seattle nearly had the game busted wide open, Carlos Gomez pulled his best Torii Hunter impersonation to keep the game within reach. Sparked by the flash of leather, the Twins put four on the board in the top of the eighth for a 7-6 lead. At this point I’ve stopped trying to do some internal divisonal standings math and wondering what’s transpired that these two games began two hours apart yet are on track to finish at the exact same time?

By now the Sox bullpen is drawing the line in the sand and marching bravely toward their doom. Surely it must have occurred to them after the 7th or 8th consecutive scoreless inning, at which point we’re in the 13th on the Southside and Joe Nathan has come in for a five-out save with two on in StarbucksTown; it’s a sad truth that no cavalry will be coming over the hill to save them. Right?

Sure seemed like it when Polanco finally broke the dam against Matt Thornton, who was into his fourth inning of work, with another two-run blast just inside the foul pole for an 8-6 lead. Now here comes Joel Zumaya, who’s been anointed the third Tigers closer in as many weeks, to save the game, help Detroit claw back into the divisional race, and put an exclaimation point on the last three dismal weeks for the Sox.

At least it won’t come at great expense, I think, as I click over with MLB Gameday to see Jose Lopez touched Joe Nathan for double and the M’s are up 8-7. Maybe there’s a little magic left here.

Cabrera singles, Quentin shoots one down the line to put runners at 2nd & 3rd. A cue-ball shot from Jermine Dye rolls towards Edgar Renteria. A run’s gonna score, but there will be two out because Renteria makes this play in his sleep.

Only he doesn’t. It glances off his glove and it’s 8-7 with two-on, one-out. Zumaya overpowers Jim Thome and the last line of defense is Nick Swisher, a guy with many of the same holes in his swing that the aging Big Jim has.

At this point I’ve just sorta surrendered to the lunacy of it all and find myself like Gene Wilder while watching Augustus Gloop get sucked into the chocolate river: “The suspense is terrifying! I hope it lasts!” Which it will, because another quick check shows Justin Morneau is on base with Jason Kubel, already having hit two home runs tonight, due up.

2-1 count on Swisher. Then a high, arching drive into the deepest part of the field. Can The Ballpark Formerly Known as Comiskey hold it? And the whisper comes back, “No”. 10-8 victory.

But wait, there’s more! Putz now is working with the bases loaded and Mike Redmond at the dish while protecting the slimmest of margins. If this were a Sox game, you know Redmond would just do what he always does, swing like a Little Leaguer yet somehow make contact with the ball and send a little grenade into center that falls into the 18-inch zone where neither the second baseman, shortstop, or center fielder have a chance to catch it. But this is Seattle so he lines one to Ichiro to end the game.

Maybe in a few days or weeks both teams will look back on tonight and the outcomes of the respective see-saw affairs as one of “those” moments. But if the Sox drop four of the next five while the Twins take four of five, does it really amound to much? Who can know what’s going to happen day by day around here? All I can say with confidence is that literally everything about tonight’s game countered the notion that the Sox are too lacksaidaiscal to match the high-energy Twins in the race for this Theater of the Absurd known as the AL Central. That was the definition of fighting back out on the field tonight.

Anybody who’s ever watched a White Sox-Twins game in the HHH Metrodome knows what it means to stand on the side of the road as a horrific car crash you were able to predict 20 minutes beforehand unfolds in agonizing slow motion directly in front of you.

Too reactionary?

It’s one game on July 31, but it sure felt like a lot more. It always does when you’re playing the Twins and the type of lunatic scenarios like the one which unfolded in the 7th inning of tonight’s game help spark a meltdown that would make the China Syndrome seem like a minor slip-up. After a series like this you can’t do a whole lot other than just tip the cap and sigh that, no matter what the stakes or situation, the Twins don’t quit. That was evidenced when their manager threw a 100% undiluted hissy fit and got himself thrown from the game over a play in which no out was recorded, no runs were scored, and ultimately the batter in question reached first base anyway.

After stalling the Twins on Wednesday behind a sharp performance from Gavin Floyd and key power hitting from Carlos Quentin and Alexei Ramirez, the Sox were getting exactly what they needed from John Danks heading into the bottom of the 5th inning, and piecing together some timely hits for a 4-0 lead. You may recall that on Tuesday this exact same script was unfolding while left-hander Clayton Richard was on the hill. Thursday’s performance had an identical ending.

The key sequence in tonight’s game came in the bottom half of the 7th inning, with an incorrect “swing” call on Denard Span’s bunt attempt as he was hit by an inside pitch. The misjudgment was all it took to set off the raging mound of fury that is Ron Gardenhire. After futile efforts to plead his case gave way to an incoherent ramble of profanities, he punctuated the performance by tossing his cap in disgust; by this point the Twins faithful were sufficiently motivated to litter their blessed little FieldTurf with caps and balls, triggering Ozzie Guillen’s more primal instincts as his instantly recalled his team to the dugout and got into more than one verbal spat with fans hanging just over the first-base line. Ordinarily I would just sit back and wait for order to be restored in a situation like this. “Both teams are letting off a lot of steam but things will settle back in,” I’d tell myself. Not against the Twins. Not now, and not the seemingly 72 other times in the last five years when s&*t like this has routinely happened to presage a Twin comeback in a game the Sox absolutely had to win. I muttered to nobody in particular, “Minnesota’s gonna score at least 3 runs this inning.”

They scored 4.

The Sox closed back within 7-6 on a Jermaine Dye homer before the weakest links of what is now undeniably a fading bullpen allowed three more runs (aided in no small part by the fact that Nick Swisher cannot play first base. You want to know ultimately why I oppose benching Paul Konerko? The reason was on display tonight with Swish’s attempt to show “range” on the right side of the infield. Does he think he gets extra points for falling down on his rear end after failing to catch the ball?).

It was gonna take a real whopper in tonight’s game to turn the news that the Sox acquired Ken Griffey, Jr. into an afterthought, but (as they always do) the Twins and their voodoo-powered ballpark didn’t disappoint. The Sox can do two things for this point on: dwell on two blown leads in three nights against the Twins, or turn their attention to beating the Royals. I’d love to be able to say confidently what might happen next, but at this point I think everybody knows what a pointless declaration that would be.

Ozzie Guillen is a loud-mouth, obnoxious, unfiltered, untamed testament to the idea that some things are better left unsaid. We know this, and more hilariously, so does he. And he doesn’t care.

And it seems like every time he explodes, his team follows the lead.

Since Ozzie’s much-discussed “throwing under the bus” of his team, his coaches, his owner, his pet dog, his third-grade teacher, apple pies, small children, and all things that are righteous and wholesome (wait, he stopped after his coaches? Could’ve fooled me the way certain columnists at the Sun-Times grandiosely overhyped the story) his team has not lost, wrapping up a perfect 7-0 homestand with a comeback victory over the Minnesota Twins to earn the sweep and stretch their division lead to 6.5 games with a solid 37-26 mark.

Ozzie’s moment of rampaging truth last Sunday wasn’t intended as a damnation of his player’s or his coaches ability, as many portrayed it. It was just the opposite, his own bleep-infested way of reminding his organization, “Look at us. We’re playing like crap and still lead our division. Congrats on floating above .500 while scoring 2 runs per game guys. You wanna do that, sure we can win 83 games, take what’s turned out to be a weak division before getting swept in the postseason. But we have the potential to do SO MUCH MORE.”

See, if he’d said it like that, nobody would’ve minded. But he’s Ozzie, and Ozzie knows just one speed: full-throttle, unrestrained, unrehearsed, all -BLEEPING- day. The fact that he mostly comes out speaking the simple -BLEEPING- truth eludes most of the talking heads at ESPN as well as their designated henchman at the Sun-Times.

But enough about Ozzie. The Sox just hung 50+ runs in 7 games to announce that they, just like their manager, were getting sick and tired of their own play. Now an important second phase begins, with Detroit, Pittsburgh, Colorado, the LA Dodgers, & Cleveland pieced around the six Crosstown games before the end of the month. Just six of the next 19 games are against teams over .500 - time to really create some separation in this division and let others debate how good/bad/overrated/undervalued it was.

Oh, and one other thing…

Send this man to the All-Star Game.

We are a little over a third of the way through the season and while the White Sox may be in first place with a record of 30-26, something is clearly missing. That would be an offense. Despite phenomenal pitching, rivaling any staff in the majors, the Sox struggled through a four game set in Tampa. After another quality start fell by the way side, Ozzie blew up about the offense. Guillen is not happy about the veterans’ bats continuing to slump and urged Kenny to “fix it” by Tuesday or he will make drastic changes to the lineup.

It is hard to argue with Ozzie here as the Sox have scored less than 3 runs a game since the eight game winning streak. One of the unique things about the game of the baseball is the ups and downs from series to series. The Sox went on the winning streak and fans were ready to print playoff tickets and a week later some are on the ledge. Obviously any Sox fan in March would gladly have taken our position in the standings heading into June, but the homerun or nothing offense is raising cause for concern. This has been going on for a year and a half and at some point the offensive struggles are more than just a slump. Sluggers Jim Thome, Paul Konerko and Nick Swisher are all hitting under .215 and the team has yet to show the ability to manufacture runs.

In fact, Ozzie’s club is now 3-15 in games where they fail to hit the long ball. A far cry from the team that went wire to wire in 2005 who relied on the homerun, but could score by running, bunting men over and timely hitting. The Sox left twenty six men on base in the three consecutive losses to the Rays and could not get a sacrifice bunt down or the two out hit when they needed it. What has become increasingly frustrating is when the Sox put the first two men on base and promptly strand them. The sox are dead last in the AL with runners in scoring position and two outs, hitting an anemic .177. You cannot continue to squander great pitching performances from Javy Vazquez and company and hope to remain in the race in September.

It is not all doom and gloom for the offense, however, the Rays rotation has been best home era in the AL and some credit should be given to the emerging young team in first place in the East. Orlando Cabrera is showing signs of the player Jon Garland was traded for, hitting .291 the last 13 games and raised his batting average to .241 after starting off ice cold to begin the season. Then of course, there is Thee Carlos Quentin who is quickly becoming a superstar and is looking like a Kenny Williams heist. Quentin has carried the Sox offense, trailing only Josh Hamilton in homeruns and runs batted in.

The question is will the middle of the order around Quentin and Dye start to produce? We don’t know the answer to that, but if they do, this team is going to do some serious damage. Maybe some much needed home cooking is in order as the Sox play 17 games at US Cellular in June, including the next seven starting with Kansas City Tuesday. It is time for the Sox bats to start producing and give these starters some much needed help.