After Mets pitcher Frank Francisco called the Yankees "chickens" on Friday, I was expecting a combative atmosphere at Citi Field on Saturday night. It was a perfect evening for baseball -- cool and cloudless -- and the mood in the stands was absolutely electric.
I thought this team had a little magic left. But under the bright lights of the Metrodome, the White Sox were transparent, just ghosts in cleats. If anyone believes in them outside of their clubhouse, they're kidding themselves.