|My view of a loss|
I don't attendance shame. As I've gone over here and on Twitter in the past, I think scolding fans for not attending sporting events is one of the stupidest past times in the world of sports today. I do not think going to a game makes you any more of a fan than sitting at home and watching on television.
Whether you are at the park or at home you've still set aside at least three hours of your day to dedicate to watching a team play a sport that, in the end, doesn't really mean anything.
But this isn't going to be another column about why you don't have to go to Sox games if you don't want to, nor is it going to be one bitching about people bitching about White Sox attendance. No, it's going to be one about why I haven't been going to many games recently.
I went to today's game. That photo above is a picture I took from my seat just before the game started. I bought two tickets on Stubhub Thursday morning, roughly three hours before first pitch, and I paid a total of $36 for the two of them.
That and the fact it was going to be 60 degrees is why I chose to go to today's game.
I've already purchased tickets for games on April 27 and May 11 -- also known as Harold Baines and Paul Konerko Bobblehead Days -- which is a bit different than my recent routine, as I did not go to a single White Sox game in 2012. I watched, tweeted and wrote about all 162 White Sox games from home last season.
In 2011 I only went to about four or five games, and in 2010 I had one of those Ozzie Plans that was 13 games.
So why haven't I been going recently? Well, including today the White Sox are roughly 0-10 in the last ten games I've gone to. It could be more than ten, I've lost count of how many I've been to since the last game they won, but I do remember the last game I went to that the Sox won.
It was on July 5, 2010. It was hotter than hell and The Cell was packed. The Sox won 9-2 as they roughed up Scott Kazmir and the Angels, with Carlos Quentin going deep twice and Viciedo and Alexei joining him in the homer parade.
Since then it's been nothing but loss after loss after loss after loss after loss.
Now, I'm not a superstitious person. I don't think that my presence at a White Sox game actually makes them lose the baseball game. But, I mean, at what point does this end?
Can you blame me if this losing streak makes me a bit apprehensive about attending a game?
I mean, don't get me wrong, there are other factors in play here as far as my personal attendance is concerned. The truth is I just enjoy watching the games at home on television more than I do at the park because I feel like I have a better sense of what's going on.
But when I do go to a game, I'd like to see the Sox win, and I don't think that's too much to ask. They don't have to win every time, but throw me a god damn bone once in a while. I can only take so many losses to the Royals, Indians, Twins and Tigers -- I tend to go to division games -- in person.
I'm going to at least two more games this season, White Sox. If you want me to go to more than that I strongly suggest you win one or both of them.
I'll see you on April 27. I'll be the guy by your dugout with his new Harold Baines bobblehead, feeding it rum like it's fucking Jobu in hopes that this losing streak will end.
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