I'd say the White Sox were crapping their pants but that's just not the case. No, the Sox are constipated on account of the stress.
They have to shit. They want to shit. They get real close, but just can't make that final push.
Which is a lot like I feel, honestly. I'm tired. I'm beaten. I've had a couple long days in a row that have only been exacerbated by having to watch the White Sox play baseball.
I'm now reduced to hoping this team can come home and sweep the Indians, because they're going to need to. The sad part is that I'm just not even sure this team could manage one win against Cleveland at this point.