Christopher Borrelli: Let us now praise the White Sox bleachers. A world unto itself, and a little crazy this year.
CHICAGO — The bleachers at Guaranteed Rate Field stretch from Section 160 to Section 164. Relatively minor real estate. About 2,500 seats in a ballpark that holds 40,615. I used to think of the bleachers as stretching from the Kids Zone in left field to the giant Goose Island goose in right, the length of the outfield, but technically, the bleachers are those rows of green benches in left, between the bullpen and that tasteful cascade of foliage.
Somehow, this White Sox season, it just seemed bigger.
Louder, rowdier, grosser, stranger, but also warmer, familial, exuberant.
A neighborhood of its own.
Regardless of what happens to the White Sox postseason, before the last out is barked and thoughts turn to 2022, let us now praise the White Sox bleachers. This is a love letter, nothing less. True, the bleachers seemed to be the site of nearly every major fight at Guaranteed Rate Field since spring. Yes, that was a man you saw there chugging beer out of an old Air Jordan. And sure, when I approached an usher and asked about the bleachers, he whispered, with genuine awe in his voice and broad roll of his eyes, “It’s been crazy out here, sometimes in a
