Off they go on their merry hunt, George McCaskey and Ted Phillips all in tweed and ear-flapped caps, with Ernie Accorsi pacing alongside as their wily guide.
So much for the agreement forged between Tom Thibodeau and his bosses.
Still in search of some kind of identity, the Bears may be closer than ever to finding one.
The Cubs saw this coming, and don’t seem worried about it one bit.
The door may be opening in the Eastern Conference.
Oprah Winfrey’s network is calling it a “postponement,” but it sure seems like the idea of a Michael Sam reality show is dead.
Instead of another long burn to a Stanley Cup that could cement their teams of the 2010s in league history, this could be remembered instead for the coach’s $25,000 crotch-grab and the game-misconduct headhunting.
This is time for the kind of innovation and pioneering of which they speak.
One NFL team cuts a player for merely keeping unsavory company, while another goes out of its way to make excuses for a guy who knocked his fiancée out cold in an elevator.
Dan Bernstein presents his annual guide for watching the Super Bowl.
The wait ended up being worth it, after all.
The Cubs didn’t need to publicly defend their mascot.
NFL doctors need to have their heads examined.
He got out safely, and he’s not looking back. As if anyone would want to.
It’s not a movie, it’s a football game. And it’s one between two mediocre teams.
Derrick Rose needs to grow up, wise up, and seize control of his image and career.
It was over, all of it. Twitter said so.
The Bears are a mere middling football team, making stories.
The Tim Beckman hire was a mistake and everybody has known it since his first press conference.
Thirty percent of the Bulls salary-cap space is useless, again.