Bah-dah-dah-dah!
“Hey, do you want to come over for the Bears game?”
“Absolutely!”
“Starts at noon! Bring chips!”
“Will do!”
12:00. Sunday, September 8th. Chicago. Southport & Wellington. Some guy’s apartment.
“You give Cutler time and he’s great!”
“The Bengals suck anyway!”
Halftime.
“Yikes. At least they’re still in it!”
“Lot of time left!”
“Robbie Gould’s career long field goal, you guys!”
“No one cares about the kicking game!” Continue reading
Friends, we here in Chicago are in a quandary. You see, it’s the middle of summer, and even though the NFL lockout is over, the populace largely hates Jay Cutler (sad but true) and thinks Lovie Smith may secretly be an assistant coach with the Green Bay Packers (it would explain A LOT). The Blackhawks are a year removed from winning the Stanley Cup, but it’s still hockey, every game of which is kinda like a racist, Canadian slasher movie.
The Bulls were great this year, true, but this is a franchise that won a half dozen titles in the not-so-distant past, so only coming close to the Finals is barely reason to celebrate. It’s a 10% off sale. It’s winning a free lottery ticket. Which leaves us with the national pastime. Continue reading
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