OZLET, V-XI
SCENE I. A pressbox.
Working one Clown, with quill:
So how does this play out if the product remains subpar?
By May, expect a coach to be sacrificed. By June, a few players. Why would Reinsdorf want to pay for a Pierzynski on a fifth-place team when he can have a cheaper Tyler Flowers? Why does he need a Paul Konerko when he can slide Mark Kotsay there?
But all eyes will be on the relationship between Williams and manager Ozzie Guillen. Can they live with each other in a purge or will fingers be pointed as the marriage has soured?
Either way, this slow start has a certain amount of doom and gloom about it, and the ending won’t be a pretty one.
OZLET
Has this fellow no feeling of White Sox business, that he
sings at grave-making?
CORATIO
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
OZLET
‘Tis e’en so: the hand of tabloid employment hath
the coarser sense.
First Clown
[Sings]
But age, with his losing steps,
Hath robbed me in the clutch,
And hath shipped my beard intil the land,
As if I had never been such.
[Throws up a No. 7 road grey]
OZLET
That jersey had a ballplayer in it, and could hit once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were
shroud of Owens, that hath spoiled thy number! It
might be the covering of a grinder, which this ass
now o’er-reaches; one that would circumvent God,
might it not?
CORATIO
It might, my lord.
