...
the hell?
You want to like Jon Garland. You truly do. Then, just when you feel
the White Sox right-hander has moved past his Southern California,
''I'm too gnarly'' attitude for the moment -- bam! -- he quickly
becomes like Sawyer from ''Lost,'' and you turn on him.
Whether it's taking a shot at the fans or disagreeing with an
obvious assessment of his performance, Garland admittedly doesn't want
to get too close to the public.
Cowley's disdain for California has gotten to the point where he's projecting it on the reader. Now I feel compelled to state that I've always liked Garland, even before 2005. And the one time I was in LA, I had a good time. Just so we're clear.
I'd be curious to know whether he holds California
in lower regard than Canada.