Sweet Home Chicago: ChiSox 2, BoSox 0

Things weren't looking good last night until Graffinino (which is Latin for cries like a little boy) did his best Billy Buck impression and David Wells was distracted by thoughts of a grilled Polish sausage with onions. But wait, there was something else wafting in the air. What could it be? The picture below shows Wells searching for the source of the smell. Turns out it was sulfur and gunpowder as Iguchi had set off the exploding scoreboard with a 3-run shot to take the lead. Others described the smell as the hopes of idiots going up in flames.

You can put it on the board, YES!!!

Off to Boston to take on Wakefield's knuckleball. His pitching seems to be an all or nothing proposition. Can the White Sox hold on to win their first playoff series in 88 years or will the weight of Chicago baseball futility hold them back?