The White Soxí home field, the new Comiskey, US Cellular, whatever, is certainly a crummy edifice, built on the cusp of the revolution that Camden Yards began with the Back to the Future look in Baltimore. The White Sox got to the party just a bit too early, or else itís easy to imagine another retro stadium here as well.
On the surface, there is none of that inanimate soul that we all talk about in ballparks but none of us can really describe. It is a cavernous concrete structure, a sports bar on eye-level with the right fielder about the only innovative feature.
But you fill it with 40,000 title-starving Chicagoans, and itís a 180-degree-turn that even a protractor might not be able to comprehend.
MLB.comís Mike Petraglia just leaned over and admitted he didnít want to go home, sucked in by the atmosphere on hand, fans sitting on every single pitch. There is certainly a palpable energy here, one that Bostonians are more than familiar with, thirsting for an elusive title.
They have, however, quieted down quite a bit, now that David Wells is dealing. Itís 4-0 Sox. Red. And Wells is working fast and effectively.