Chris Sale. Good fashion sense. Bad problem-solving skills.
Did he really find those throwback Chicago White Sox jerseys so reprehensible that he had no choice but to rid the clubhouse of their disco era presence? Maybe. But when the Chicago White Sox ace gave those jerseys a radical redesign with a knife, on Saturday, it was more like a dismayed lover tossing a new ex's belongings out onto the lawn in a climax of relationship decay. It's not about the stuff, actually. Sure, those 1976 inspired White Sox uni's were god-awful and bringing them back into the light is kind of like asking Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez to do a remake of Gigli. Sale's rocky relationship with the White Sox pre-dates all of this, though and his Norman Bates attack on the jerseys will go down as a symptom of the problems - not the cause - as Sale makes his way out of Chicago in the near future.
A limerick, just for Chris Sale:
There once was a pitcher named Sale. Against throwbacks with collars he'd rail. HeRead More »from Monday Musings: There once was a petulant southpaw...