One rough afternoon for Chicago sports

It was just past 3:30 on a beautiful spring afternoon when Tuesday’s blue skies began falling on Chicago sports.

I was in the press box at Comiskey Park where on a TV in the back of the room, the Cubs managed to blow a lead and lose to the Cardinals.

On the field in front of me, the White Sox soon managed to blow a bigger lead and lose to the Tigers.

On the Internet were reports from a news conference updating Bulls fans on the condition of Derrick Rose’s torn ACL.

“Derrick is doing great,” team physician Brian Cole said. “The surgery went really well.”

Maybe that’s good news to some, but to me any mention of Rose’s injury is disturbing.

The only worse development would have been if Dr. Cole sat behind the microphone and said, “I messed up and operated on the wrong knee. Not only that, but I ripped apart a couple of other body parts will I was in there.”

No, the good doctor didn’t say that. He’s too good a good doctor. But he did say that Rose would be sidelined for eight to 10 months.

Ouch!

So was that the worst development of the day? It would have been if we didn’t already expect that prognosis.

How about the Cubs’ 7-6, walk-off loss? It might have been if we don’t always expect the Cardinals to beat them.

That leaves the White Sox’ 10-8 loss as the pit of all pits. Why? Because I had to sit through that atrocity, that’s why.

Seriously, if you haven’t ever seen anything worse than, say, a Kardashian family spelling bee, you have now if you were here.

At least the entire Kardashian clan would have been disqualified in about 15 minutes for misspelling marriage. The Sox took 3 hours, 42 minutes to deflate the inflated announced crowd of 21,473.

Never was a superficially exciting game — Dayan Viciedo flew out to the wall as the potential winning run — so maddening.

My goodness, it went on and on and on. The first three innings were played on a four-hour pace. It took three hours to play 7½ innings. Excruciating is the word that comes to mind.

The only thing that could have saved this day was Ozzie Guillen still being the Sox’ manager. He was made for games like this.

“We stinks,” the former Sox manager might have said.

There’s no telling how many of his players Guillen would have thrown under the bus. Then again, maybe none. He probably would have dumped them all in a wood chipper instead, even A.J. Pierzynski and his 5 hits in 5 at-bats.

Ah, but this is a kinder, gentler White Sox regime. Current manager Robin Ventura massaged another loss the best he could.

“Any time you’re up 6-0 and don’t win it, it’s tough,” Ventura calmly said, his voice a relative nightingale backing up Barbra Streisand.

He was particularly comforted by the Sox grinding out a couple of runs in the ninth inning. Fans probably were particularly bothered that Will Ohman’s relief droppings left his team 2 runs short.

Then Ventura added with inexplicable composure, “You put it behind you and go on to the next day.”

Man, this is Chicago sports. You always wait ’til next year with optimism, but thoughts of the next day often scare the heck out of you.

This was one of those times.

mimrem@dailyherald.com