I wrote a quick entry the other day about the incident at the White Sox game, but had to delete it when I realized I got some key points wrong. The thing that still puzzles me is, what is it about the Kansas City Royals that brings out the worst in a certain element of Sox fandom? Last year, a drunken fan (and his son) rushed a Royals coach during a late-season game. This time, there was a parade of three similarly intoxicated folk before another guy got the bright idea to tackle an umpire. It's not like this was the first game at the former Comiskey Park, although you might make the case that it was the first really warm day for a game, for whatever that's worth.

So, is it KC? All that midwest energy reinforcing the trailer trash that often characterized Middle America? Or is there some sort of simmering rivalry that turns ordinary drunks into field-jumping berserkers? It's odd, because if there's some sort of pattern emerging, the fan got it wrong by going after an umpire instead of a coach. And wasn't this the second game of the series, anyway? It boggles the mind.

In other news, I've gotten up before 8am twice in the last six days. This is somehow disturbing. I can barely remember when I'd have to be up every morning at 7:00 or so.