White Sox* Win

And Harriet Miers withdraws. Universe in Harmony.

Last night we saw about the whiniest bunch of losers win the big one. It is my belief that their joy will be fleeting and quickly fade to their whiny and desparate ways. The Sox* lack any evidence of class and have no hope of building a dynasty that might continue their winning ways. So in memory of their win, let's post some comment for posterity:

"White Sox fans never stopped believin,' and Wednesday night it was time to kick back and hold on to the feelin.'"

"Thank God," said Danny Humanicki, 37, of Franklin Park, as he cried tears of joy outside a bar near Cellular Field. "You always dream about it ... and when it happens, you feel like a baby."

"In Chicago, we haven't experienced this in forever," said Kirk Vucsko"

"Champagne poured in the back room as men kissed men, women kissed women, people danced on tables and everyone hugged everyone."

(Must have been the gay Sox* bar)

"And more ominous gunfire rang out in areas scattered around the city -- 372 reports of gunfire in just one hour."
(That's the south side I know and love!)

''I didn't know what it was going to feel like and I still don't know what it feels like,'' Reinsdorf said. ''I'm just numb right now.

"What Chicago ever did to suffer almost a century of baseball hopelessness, you'll have to ask the evil spirits or Mrs. O'Leary's cow."

"No longer must any of us dwell on the 1919 Black Sox, Disco Demolition Night, elephants, midgets, drunks on the field and decades of futility and identity crises."

Just watch me.

I think the most amzing thing about the Sox* is that they are 19-3 since Sept. 23, slighly more than a month ago. That's a good time to get hot.