Forget about 007, James Bond. The number seven has historical significance beyond sports and superstition. Check out the Old Testament, but don’t be intimidated if you’re not a biblical scholar.

I think for all of those reasons, sports fans always fixate on the number 7. I have to laugh because yesterday I had posted about the lowly Royals winning six straight games. I admit I didn’t expect that they’d reach seven and yet they did-in rather spectacular form.

After drowning out my Cub sorrows in a few perch filets, I caught a couple innings of the White Sox radio broadcast. Until I caught the broadcast, I hadn’t known that Sox third baseman was riding a 7-game hitting streak. For the most part Moncada’s Sox career has been as exciting as my career as a pizza delivery guy. Editor’s note: When the media highlights a player’s hitting streak, they always include his batting average during the streak. 118% of the time, the average is impressive-enough to boost the overall average. To their credit, they didn’t overhype Moncada’s feat, instead they seemed embarrassed that he only hit .259 during the streak. I looked at the game-by-game numbers and found that he was 7-27, only getting one hit/game. He did the absolute minimum to maintain the streak. It kind of speaks to his White Sox career.

On the very night the second worst team (K.C) extended their winning streak to seven games, Moncada’s memorable streak came to an inglorious end. He went 0-4 and the Sox lost 4-2.