But you know what? Today, I'm okay with it. So my team won because the umpires gave them an extra out. So their offense has played like a AA team for two games. Fuck it, they still won, and that's good, and even if I'm inexplicably miserable about the way it happened, I couldn't do anything about it even if I wanted to. It's in the books and there's no do-overs and if nothing else, at least it was the umpires' fault instead of my team's. Baseball's a game of inches, and I've seen blue fuck up so many times in a way that hurt us that I can't feel too bad about one time it helped us, no matter what a bad taste it leaves in everybody's mouth. And besides, as I always say when there's a close deciding play, if the team that comes out on the losing end had just taken care of business all along, it wouldn't even be an issue. If the Angels had been up 3-1, none of this would have mattered.
So, I'm glad my team won, even though it was the shabbiest kind of win. I understand why everyone in LA -- hell, everyone in America outside Chicago -- is pissed about it, but it's not the White Sox's fault. Go Sox, bring on game 3, and let's hear it again.