I sense some projection on your end. I'd argue that the vast majority of people overly sensitive to allegations of racism are, in fact, racist. If you called me racist, I'd laugh, probably not even address it, and forget about it in 5 minutes. Why? Because I'm not racist.
My Mom's a fantastic woman and I'm grateful she allows me to stay in her basement. 2840 S Calumet. Come over. We can have a couple drinks, I'll let you sit on my lap and let you tell me that Robin was the most underrated 3rd baseman of the 90's. Maybe Mom will grab a steak sandwich from Ricobene's that us poors with sucky careers will split with you. For the record, I didn't wake up to make this late night post. Mom and I got s%*# housed at Bernice's, ran up a massive bill, split on it and took off running. She fell over at the underpass and I had to leave her. She's a tough chick. She'll be fine. She better make some meatloaf when she i-bond's.
I don't make excuses for Getz. I wish he wasn't hired. I wish Jerry wasn't the owner. I love the idea of some billionaire buying the team and investing millions into the neighborhood, rebuilding and getting me and Mom out of the east side of the e-way. Until that happens, I recognize that Getz inherited the worst situation possible - an organization with little to no infrastructure, dated philosophies, relics for coaches, coming off an internal power struggle between the previous GM and President, and worst of all, a failed rebuild in which all but 1 player completely tanked their value (Cease). At least Getz is transparent about how much the job sucks and doesn't answer questions with trash like "stay out of White Sox business." He may have been the head of player development through it all, but he recognized that he didn't have the tools to compete and is doing everything in his power to change that. People fail. People make mistakes. People also learn and grow from those mistakes. Nobody knows how much the Sox need to change more than Getz. Even if he fails, we're back to where we've always been, me and Mom living in the Low End and the Sox being perpetually mediocre with a great logo and classy uniforms.
Mom and I will also show you how to sneak into the Wells side tunnels that open up under the bleachers. We haven't paid for a game in years. Hopefully she doesn't accidentally shoot herself this year. That was awkward.