last year, the entire country galvanized behind the boston red sox as they marched their way towards their first world series championship since 1908. if you weren't wearing pinstripes or cardinal red, you were a red sox fan for the month of october, and it was a good feeling, a better story, an fantastic fairy tale.
this year, the chicago white sox are systematically crushing their way towards their first world series championship since 1917, and nobody can give two shits.
does an eight-year difference in droughts mean so much? or a different sock colorization?
you don't see anyone wearing white sox hats. you don't hear anyone rhapsodizing about konerko or podsednik or buerhle. you don't see women coming out of the wood work and claiming allegiance to a team they know nothing about.
there's not even much ado on the networks about it.
it's the same story, but different coverage.
sumthin' smells fishy.