I have an admission to make. I used to be a White Sox fan. I grew up on a farm that only got like 4-5 channels and while I did watch the Jays as a kid, they weren't on TV very often. Then one day we bought one of those massive satellite dishes and my world changed forever. Not only could I watch soft core porn (Red Shoe Diaries) and the Playboy channel while it was super fuzzy - but I got WGN! There were Cubs games on every day and I fell in love with baseball. I watched Sandberg, Maddux, Dawson, Dunston, Grace, etc. everyday after school.
But - every once in awhile, WGN would show White Sox games. Not many, but some and that exposed me to this guy named Frank Thomas and he was incredible. I fell in love with Big Frank, Ventura, Lance Johnson, Ozzie, Black Jack, Jason Bere, Fernandez, Alverez and the guys. The jersey's were popular and they quickly became my team. I followed them through the Konerko years, posted on a White Sox message board and finally enjoyed them winning the WS in 2005. I just saw old pictures the other day of my first born son wearing a White Sox bib 2010, which someone bought us because they knew I was a White Sox fan. However, it was right around that point that I hit my tipping point with this f***ing horrendous franchise. I quit the old White Sox message board and found a Blue Jays one and returned to my original roots and now bleed blue and white.
And thank god - or that would probably be me ranting at how f***ing pathetic that organization is. Thank god we never hired Kenny Williams!