Thirty percent of the Bulls salary-cap space is useless, again.
All it will take is one order, perhaps from somewhere far north, and John McDonough will have found truth in idiom.
Josh McCown credited the unseen hand of divine power.
A college football player is dead, and not because of an accident.
No Thibodeau-coached team is allowed to be beaten at its own game.
At least the Bears defense can say that it made its own luck.
Fancy, new, expensive, high-tech football helmets do absolutely nothing to prevent old-fashioned brain injury.
Only 82 games and at least one best-of-seven playoff series to go before this season starts for real.
Far more often than not, the next man up sucks. And everybody knows it.
Figuring out what was meaningful from a game like that requires an unusual approach.
Time-travel stories never really work, upon inspection.
Delaying a phase of rehab does not obviate it. In some ways, putting off the inevitable only increases some uncertainties.
The Giants are the equivalent of 500 milligrams of Aleve – if you can get past what they might do to your stomach, you end up feeling somewhat better for a little while.
Let’s pop open that “toolbox of concepts” you describe, and pull out the magic wrench that tightens this thing up.
Tom Thibodeau apparently turned into Gregg Popovich when we weren’t looking.
That sour taste is back. The Bears just refluxed.
We are weary and dubious of college sports scandal. We know, we know.
So that was fun. I think.
Luol Deng is tremendously important to the Bulls, which is why they should avoid signing him to another long-term extension.
Marc Trestman had waited his entire professional life for the chance to make that kind of call.