So there was Ken Williams, feet propped up by the dugout, intercepting sun rays with his shades and enjoying his 2-0 lead. And there was Aaron Rowand, yet another amateur media critic, shouting at a Chicago reporter in the clubhouse and enjoying his 2-0 lead. And there was Jon Garland, peeking though a hole in the ancient scoreboard, maybe searching for the Bambino's bones while enjoying his 2-0 lead.
And, oh, there was Bobby Jenks, just a sad country song a few months ago, getting a little ahead on the count with a bulletin-board quote and enjoying his 2-0 lead. ''Maybe this is our year. That's the only way you can look at it,'' said the closer, already a cult hero among White Sox fans because, well, he looks like some of them.
Not to say the boys are overly presumptuous or even comfortable, but I'd suggest they try their damnedest to finish off this Division Series today. The longer the Red Sox are allowed to hang around, the more you'll hear a deafening double drumbeat that will make the September collapse talk on the South Side seem like a lullaby.
