Eclipsed

 You gotta feel for the Chicago White Sox these days. It's the last day of April, they're aromatically challenged again, and yet try as they might they can't achieve the epoch-spanning notoriety of last spring and summer.

(And, no, this is not intended to be another episode of the Blob's long-running "Cruds Alert!" feature. Although I suppose it could be. Technically.)

Anyway, the What Sox are stumbling along like a drunk trying to negotiate a staircase, but it's not the same. Last year, the nation was riveted to their pursuit of historic ineptness; so far this year, even though they're 7-22 and the worst team in the American League by four games -- and already 10.5 games out of first in the so-so AL Central -- they're just another bunch of dreary cruds.  

That's because the Colorado Rockheads, nee Rockies, have stolen their thunder.

Or their lack of thunder. Or their history-ness. Or something.

The Rockheads, see, have now lost eight games in a row, and are 4-25, four games worse than even the What Sox. With May still waiting in the wings, they're already 15.5 games out of first in the NL West and a staggering 11 games out of next-to-last. They're both a terrible road team and a terrible home team, with a 1-14 record in the former and a 3-11 record in the latter. 

How bad are they?

They're so bad, through 29 games, that right now they're on pace to lose 136 games in 2025. That would obliterate the What Sox' year-old modern record of 121 losses by a whopping 15.

Which means the What Sox would wind up being even bigger losers than they already are.

I mean, one season in history's sun, and then they're eclipsed?

Now that's an L writ large.