For candor’s sake, my heart hasn’t been into reading about, watching, or being constantly let down by the White Sox organization. The Chris Getz promotion to general manager was the cherry on the shit sundae, and since then, I’ve dropped off the face of baseball Earth.
I even geared up for a Tuesday morning column last week, took out my notes, and gave myself five hours to write something. Nothing came.
Forcing creativity out of desperation never works well, and if it does, it’s often about a spiritless topic, or channeled from the brain of an indifferent author.