The mail being not what it was, or not being at all, my letter from Jerry Reinsdorf has yet to arrive, although it has been widely reported to exist. Taking it on faith, then, I accept the implied apology to White Sox fans, of which I have been one since Hawk Harrelson and I shared a urinal at quirky old Comiskey Park.
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