I've said this before but its finally complete
this team was like watching your favorite batter up to bat after a rally and the game was tied in the ninth. The pitcher makes his pitch, and off the bat you know it has a chance. The ball keeps sailing in the air, and all you can do is look at the outfielder jogging back, and thinking "its gonna fall, he's gonna stop soon and catch it" but the ball keeps sailing, and he keeps jogging back, until it was over the wall, the game was over, we had won, and it all happened way too fast.
I love the white sox now more than ever. I mean, before, favorite seasons were how close we were, now my favorite season was when we won it all...
this was an absolutely incredible season. I mean, honestly, my goal has always been playoffs, and who can blame me, and when we were in? This is sad, but i just hoped we won a game, and when we won the ALDS, i just wanted a series, and when we won the ALCS, i f***ing WANTED that ring. I was so confident in this team post ALCS, all that built in pessimism was erased...well nearly all.