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“THE AL CHAMPS DON'T MISS, BABY.”
White Sox Float Like a Butterfly, Blank Orioles 4-0 in South Side Showdown
By Apollo Creed (yeah, that’s right, I said it)
CHICAGO — OHHH BALTIMORE, Y’ALL JUST GOT DANCED ON.
Now that was a performance worthy of the main event, baby. While the Orioles were stuck shadowboxing with the strike zone, the Chicago White Sox came out sharp, struttin’ and jabbin’ like a champ on Broadway.
Hugo Avalos? Man, that brother pitched like he had silk gloves and fire in his soul — 7 innings, zero runs, zero mercy. Just four hits allowed and more swagger than a Cadillac with the top down.
“I told you before,” Avalos said cool and smooth, towel draped over his shoulder, “I don’t throw punches — I paint corners.”
That’s poetry in cleats, baby.
The Sox got the party started in the 1st, danced a little more in the 4th with Lance Satterwhite’s solo homer, and kept the rhythm going with two more runs sprinkled through like confetti at a title parade.
And let me tell you something: Luke Satterwhite? That man was shining like a spotlight. Double. Dinger. Two RBIs. This wasn’t a game, it was a performance.
Chicago's defense? Tighter than a drum solo. They turned a sweet double play and shut Baltimore down like last call on Bourbon Street.
Meanwhile, Baltimore? They were searchin’ for a groove, but it just wasn’t their song. Six hits. Fifteen left stranded. You can’t win a fight if you don’t throw a punch.
“We’ll regroup,” mumbled someone from the O’s bench.
Naw, man. You better retrain.
Now Chicago leads this dance 2-0, and they’re just one win away from that big ballroom we call the ALCS. Next stop? Oriole Park, where the Sox will bring the rhythm, the power, and the heat.
So listen here, Baltimore — you got one shot to stand tall, bite down on that mouthpiece, and fight back.
Because the White Sox? They ain’t just playin’. They’re performin’.
AND THE SHOW’S JUST GETTIN’ STARTED.
“You wanna be a champion?”
Then act like one.
And today?
Chicago stood tall. Baltimore fell short.
Creed out. ��
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