The White Sox have always been a team struggling with an identity crisis. Here we see a collection of players deep from the jungle of malaise that held this franchise hostage between the scandal of 1919 and the redemption of 2005. Look at these men. They seem resigned that whatever goodness life may bring is going to be a long ways off. The day-in and day-out grind of it all seems to be wearing them down, much like Chuck Bukowski's Hank Chinalski.
These are the faces of the Post Office. Until redemption comes, what will become of us?