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Guillen, Williams partners in crime
September 19, 2006
BY JAY MARIOTTI SUN-TIMES COLUMNIST
You might say karma, the bad kind, is biting Team Reinsdorf in the butt cheeks. When former White Sox pariah Magglio Ordonez delivers a staggering right-left combination with two home runs, just hours after former White Sox pariah Frank Thomas supplied a hard and pleasing jab to the groin area, well, it might be time to replace those World Series banners with white flags.
I didn't hear ''Let's Go, Go, Go White Sox'' Monday night at The Cell. But I believe I heard strains of ''Taps'' from bugle boy Hawk Harrelson after a feeble 8-2 loss to the Heimlich-free Detroit Tigers, who seem to be going places the about-to-be former champions are not. This won't be found in any Elias Sports Bureau statistical package, but on June 20, the night Ozzie Guillen called me ''a [bleeping] fag,'' the Sox were 45-25. Since then, they are a sloppy 39-41 and looking like they intend to uphold a lame franchise tradition: No back-to-back postseason appearances.
Ever.
So, friends, I am left to surmise the Blizzard of Oz, as a leader of men and overseer of the all-important daily mood, has failed miserably to maintain the proper equilibrium these last three months. Sure, the rotation struggled, the bullpen mushed out and the bats periodically went mute. And on an evening when the Sox looked dead and gone, a deteriorating Mark Buehrle threw like a guy who has pitched too many innings in his Sox career -- 1,423-1/3 to be exact -- and was booed by a sellout crowd that sensed its rare baseball reign is a one-and-done proposition.
Ozzie was just too much
But I'd also argue the Blizzard has burned everybody out, sucking energy from the Sox with his various controversies, slurs and distractions. He truly entered the Twilight Zone, whether it was picking unwinnable media fights, mocking his so-called sensitivity-training sessions or making additional national news by screaming at Sean Tracey for not plunking a batter, ripping Alex Rodriguez for ''kissing Latino people's asses,'' wanting to ''shoot'' steroids informant Jason Grimsley, being told to seek professional help by Phil Garner, being called a liar by Dave Duncan and taking on Andy Van Slyke, Mariano Duncan, Kelvim Escobar and, last weekend, Oakland Athletics management for banning alcohol in both clubhouses.
''He doesn't run my club. I run my club,'' Guillen said in another act of profanity and anger, this one aimed at A's general manager Billy Beane, who's paying Thomas about $11 million less this season than the Sox are paying Jim Thome.
Oh, and there was the day the Blizzard said, ''[Bleep] Major League Baseball.''
I am exhausted just summarizing his year of madness. If this is ''A Mi Manera,'' which translates as ''my way'' and serves as the title of his image-buffing series on Comcast Sports Net, it is an embarrassing way indeed.
When Harrelson cites the lack of a killer instinct--my gosh, the team mascot finally has a legitimate observation---he doesn't mention Guillen by name. But if the attitude and soul of a ballclub is a manager's responsibility, then such criticism can be viewed as an indirect knock on the Blizzard. For a couple of feisty, opinionated whirlwinds who enjoy taking on the world, even after winning a World Series, Guillen and Ken Williams aren't looking so good today. It was a humiliating three games for both in the Bay Area after Thomas, the object of Williams' threatening wrath last February, stuck his bat where first place doesn't shine with a monstrous role in what could be recalled as a killer sweep. How sweet will it be for Thomas if he continues playing in October and they don't? Same applies to Ordonez, who isn't bad for ''a Venezuelan [bleep],'' huh, Ozzie?
''Just because Frank beat us a couple of days doesn't mean he's having a better year than Thome,'' Guillen said.
Wrong, if Thomas goes to the playoffs.
''We should know how to pitch to him,'' Williams told reporters. ''But it's over and done with. You have to tip your hat to Frank for rising up.''
Thank you.
September 19, 2006
BY JAY MARIOTTI SUN-TIMES COLUMNIST
You might say karma, the bad kind, is biting Team Reinsdorf in the butt cheeks. When former White Sox pariah Magglio Ordonez delivers a staggering right-left combination with two home runs, just hours after former White Sox pariah Frank Thomas supplied a hard and pleasing jab to the groin area, well, it might be time to replace those World Series banners with white flags.
I didn't hear ''Let's Go, Go, Go White Sox'' Monday night at The Cell. But I believe I heard strains of ''Taps'' from bugle boy Hawk Harrelson after a feeble 8-2 loss to the Heimlich-free Detroit Tigers, who seem to be going places the about-to-be former champions are not. This won't be found in any Elias Sports Bureau statistical package, but on June 20, the night Ozzie Guillen called me ''a [bleeping] fag,'' the Sox were 45-25. Since then, they are a sloppy 39-41 and looking like they intend to uphold a lame franchise tradition: No back-to-back postseason appearances.
Ever.
So, friends, I am left to surmise the Blizzard of Oz, as a leader of men and overseer of the all-important daily mood, has failed miserably to maintain the proper equilibrium these last three months. Sure, the rotation struggled, the bullpen mushed out and the bats periodically went mute. And on an evening when the Sox looked dead and gone, a deteriorating Mark Buehrle threw like a guy who has pitched too many innings in his Sox career -- 1,423-1/3 to be exact -- and was booed by a sellout crowd that sensed its rare baseball reign is a one-and-done proposition.
Ozzie was just too much
But I'd also argue the Blizzard has burned everybody out, sucking energy from the Sox with his various controversies, slurs and distractions. He truly entered the Twilight Zone, whether it was picking unwinnable media fights, mocking his so-called sensitivity-training sessions or making additional national news by screaming at Sean Tracey for not plunking a batter, ripping Alex Rodriguez for ''kissing Latino people's asses,'' wanting to ''shoot'' steroids informant Jason Grimsley, being told to seek professional help by Phil Garner, being called a liar by Dave Duncan and taking on Andy Van Slyke, Mariano Duncan, Kelvim Escobar and, last weekend, Oakland Athletics management for banning alcohol in both clubhouses.
''He doesn't run my club. I run my club,'' Guillen said in another act of profanity and anger, this one aimed at A's general manager Billy Beane, who's paying Thomas about $11 million less this season than the Sox are paying Jim Thome.
Oh, and there was the day the Blizzard said, ''[Bleep] Major League Baseball.''
I am exhausted just summarizing his year of madness. If this is ''A Mi Manera,'' which translates as ''my way'' and serves as the title of his image-buffing series on Comcast Sports Net, it is an embarrassing way indeed.
When Harrelson cites the lack of a killer instinct--my gosh, the team mascot finally has a legitimate observation---he doesn't mention Guillen by name. But if the attitude and soul of a ballclub is a manager's responsibility, then such criticism can be viewed as an indirect knock on the Blizzard. For a couple of feisty, opinionated whirlwinds who enjoy taking on the world, even after winning a World Series, Guillen and Ken Williams aren't looking so good today. It was a humiliating three games for both in the Bay Area after Thomas, the object of Williams' threatening wrath last February, stuck his bat where first place doesn't shine with a monstrous role in what could be recalled as a killer sweep. How sweet will it be for Thomas if he continues playing in October and they don't? Same applies to Ordonez, who isn't bad for ''a Venezuelan [bleep],'' huh, Ozzie?
''Just because Frank beat us a couple of days doesn't mean he's having a better year than Thome,'' Guillen said.
Wrong, if Thomas goes to the playoffs.
''We should know how to pitch to him,'' Williams told reporters. ''But it's over and done with. You have to tip your hat to Frank for rising up.''
Thank you.