Right now, I should be playing with my kids or working in the yard or writing college football stories for the paper.
Instead, I'm sitting here dumbfounded as I watch the White Sox's final day in the 2009 pennant race. This is the nadir of the season, which prompted the headline to this blog. (Who else remembers the Sox's fabled former pitching coach?)
When Hawk Harrelson is calling out Jose Contreras with nobody out in the second inning -- and moments later declares that somebody in the third-base dugout needs to pull up the team by its bootstraps -- it's a sign the season is OVAH.
When the first 13 Sox batters fail to reach base against ex-Cub Sergio Mitre -- who entered the game with a 6.82 ERA and 57 BASERUNNERS ALLOWED IN 30.1 INNINGS PITCHED -- it's a sign the season is over.
When the White Sox commit 3 errors in the first four innings, including 2 throwing errors on the same play, that's business as usual. But their continually crummy defense is a reminder why the Sox didn't have any margin for error when they embarked on this disastrous road trip.
When Ozzie Guillen starts Jose Contreras because he doesn't want to waste a start on ultra-valuable reliever D.J. Carrasco -- yet has to bring in Carrasco with 1 out in the fourth and waste his talents anyway -- then this team is officially out of answers.
(UPDATE: The mighty Mitre now has retired 18 of the 19 Sox he has faced. And if Mark Teixeira could have made a Gold Glove play on Jim Thome's one-hop smash in the fifth, then we'd be on a perfect-game watch right now. With Sergio Mitre.)
(FURTHER UPDATE: Utility man Brent Lillibridge has entered the game in the bottom of the sixth, thus signifying the spring-training nature of the final three innings. Yet Carrasco toils on, ensuring he won't be available Sunday and perhaps Monday's game at Minnesota as well. The Sox might need to send down Contreras in order to get another long reliever up for the next few innings).
There are 32 more games after today. My kids, my weeds and my editor are going to have to deal with me a lot more than I planned. It promises to be the nadir of their respective summers.