(Picture from aarongleeman.com)
I would have called Mark Buehrle's two-run first-inning debacle inevitable. The world was falling down after the White Sox first five games; so why wouldn't the South Side's most consistent pitcher of the last five years not give up a 2-run home run right away? Why wouldn't he give up two more runs later in the third? Why wouldn't he go missing just like the the Hitmen's offense?
Well, simply, Mark Buehrle is a man. I'm not talking the type of man Milton Bradley aspires to be, or the man he has hanging in his room who is holding a sign that reads "I am a MAN!".
I'm talking about a man that can come out and not only will himself to fight with his back against the wall, but a man that has the ability to will an offense that has been seen on milk cartons around the Chicago land area rather than at The Cell. A man that has the ability as a pitcher to affect every single player on his team. A man that has encompassed what it means to be a man: hardworking, blue collar, dreamer. A man that uses his god given talents as best he can. A man so great he deserves the White Sox next commercial to say Mark Buehrle's "MAN-DOM" is black and white.
