Perfection in the Baddest Part of Town
And with that, the Chicago White Sox dispatched the ghosts of their shoeless forebears back into the ether from whence they came. The ghosts – the ghosts of corruption and human fallibility, this time, not of billy goats and Billy Buckner – instantly vanished into the night. 88 years of futility resonated as emphatically within […]
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