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White Sox Slide into ALCS with Swagger, Speed & a Touch of Flash
October 11, 1916 – Oriole Park at Camden Yards
WHITE SOX 4, ORIOLES 2 — CHICAGO WINS SERIES 3-1
Yo, it’s your boy Willie Mays Hayes here, comin’ at you fast and flashy from Baltimore, where the Chicago White Sox just danced, dashed, and dove their way into their second straight ALCS — and did it with that cool, crisp style I like to call winning with flavor.
Now lemme break this one down for you real smooth…
Kyle Centeno, baby! This man was everywhere. MVP of the Division Series? You better believe it. Hit .400, crossed the plate three times, and looked smoother than silk on defense. You coulda served dinner off his glove. He’s the kinda player you don’t wanna face with the game on the line… unless you like watching fireworks you didn’t plan.
The game? Tight. Like me trying to fit into last year’s cleats. White Sox got it started early with a run in the first, then went real quiet — like, library quiet — for seven innings. But the ninth? Ooh boy, Rehfeld stepped up with a double that cleared the bags like a fire drill. Boom. Just like that, Chicago flips the score from 1-1 to 4-1. Mic drop.
Baltimore tried to get cute in the bottom of the ninth, made it 4-2, but that was it. Too little, too slow. And let’s not forget those Oriole errors — FOUR of ‘em! C’mon now! You can’t win a playoff game kickin’ the ball around like it owes you money.
Pitching? Alex Cruz was stone cold. Seven innings, two hits, seven walks (heh — little wild there, kid), but ZERO bombs. Then D. Moran came in and sealed it like a pro. You love to see it.
Defense? Three double plays by Chicago. That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Like I always say, you hit it on the ground, you’re gonna run like me or you’re gonna run back to the dugout.
So now the Sox are sittin’ pretty, waitin’ to see if they face the Yankees or the Astros. Either way, you know they comin’ with speed, gloves, and just enough swagger to make your grandma lean in and say, “Now that’s baseball.”
White Sox, baby — movin’ on, lookin’ good, and runnin’ like I taught ‘em.
Stay flashy,
Willie Mays Hayes
“I hit like Mays, I run like Hayes, and I always deliver when it counts.”
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