Another baseball season is closer than the frigid, loveless Midwestern landscape would currently indicate. With its impending arrival comes the knowledge that all the assorted cruelties--physical, mental, spiritual--of a high stakes six-month major league campaign are coming with it. Previously, Hawk Harrelson has served as the avatar for the existential decay of the season, entering every year allowing deluded hopes to prompt an overcommitment in his work schedule, only to become disillusioned and resigned as misfortune and disappointment formed a toxic brew from which he drank every day.
Now that he is switching to a reduced schedule, the onus falls onto players and coaches to give word to the piercing loneliness of waiting for faith to be rewarded on the Earthly plane, preferably during their one-to-two minute-long post-game media sessions. For the sake of concision, here are some selected quotes from the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, with sample appropriate game-specific contexts.
--Rick Hahn on the team's unwillingness to commit to a deal longer than three years for Yoenis Cespedes.
--Chris Sale on setting a new career-high for single game strikeouts in a 2-1 loss to Detroit.
--Revised team policy on autograph requests.
--Jose Abreu, through an interpreter, on the wisdom of playing through a strained hamstring.
--Todd Frazier on his reaction to being asked to bunt with one out and the tying run on first in the 9th inning.
--Melky Cabrera on missing a weekend series with an oblique strain.
--Robin Ventura on the mood of the clubhouse after three-game skid in September causes the Sox to lose the division lead.
--Various parties when asked about Gordon Beckham's White Sox tenure.
--John Danks after pitching eight innings of one-run ball in a 4-1 victory over the Kansas City Royals.