I spent last night breaking up with the 2010 White Sox as part of Big League Stew's Dear John Letters series.
Dear Chicago White Sox,
You didn't need to change. I liked you the way you were.
I know you didn't think you were pretty. You thought you had too much junk in the trunk. You didn't like the way second base often failed to qualify as scoring position. I know you didn't like your defense.
But I liked the power you brought. I liked that you didn't have to manufacture runs. You were your own person, and I wanted you to be comfortable in your own skin.
But what I thought didn't matter, I guess.
You thought you were so smart, and that you knew something the American League didn't by bypassing a designated hitter last offseason. You spent more time flirting with the National League than paying attention to the teams closest to you.
You kept saying you were a contender despite all signs pointing to the contrary. And at times I believed you. And at times, it was fun.
But I just need somebody more reliable. You're not the team for me right now.
