To the editor:

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That kind of loser talk breaks my heart. It’s the final act of a team with dying pennant hopes. I am a lifelong south sider/south suburbanite who against all rationality continues to be a White Sox fan–even to the point of taking my kids out a couple of times a year to the unwelcoming, unappealing new Comiskey. What keeps me coming is the aforementioned insane loyalty and the green sweep of the field, always a magic sight when one walks up the ramp in any natural-turf ballpark.

  1. The strike. The 1994 Sox were headed toward the division championship and World Series. After a couple of years of frustrating near misses, it was ours to lose with that great, truly exciting team that included Julio Franco, the continually, quietly amazing Lance Johnson, the Big Hurt, a hot Jason Bere, etc etc. Of all major league fans, Sox fans felt the most sense of betrayal by the strike. It was our year! To add insult to injury, when they finally get the strike settled, Reinsdorf breaks up that team. It’s not been the same since.

Chris Anderson