Tim Baffoe attended the University of Iowa before earning his degree from Governors State University and began blogging at The Score after winning the 2011 Pepsi Max Score Search. He enjoys writing things about stuff, but not so much stuff about things. When not writing for 670TheScore.com, Tim corrupts America’s youth as a high school English teacher and provides a great service to his South Side community delivering pizzas (please tip him and his colleagues well). You can follow Tim’s inappropriate brain droppings on Twitter (@TimBaffoe), but please don’t follow him in real life. He grew up in Chicago’s Beverly neighborhood and currently lives in Mt. Greenwood.
Championships in Chicago are few and far between.
Tim Baffoe addresses Bud Selig’s pending retirement in his weekly mailbag.
White Sox fans will always love him, as they should.
This isn’t difficult. A team’s name is rooted in the genocide of a people. That’s not an opinion.
One of the most dangerous aspects of the Bears may just be also the simplest.
Change looks to be coming. And I’m going to get on the right side of history now.
Welp, it’s true. Haters are indeed going to hate.
To call Johnny Manziel an acquired taste is an insult to black coffee, Malört, and Southeast Asia.
This past Saturday degenerates affiliated with 670 The Score and I gathered for another season of competition and smack talk.
I want Cubs fans to do me a favor during this special time.
He only does one thing well. That’s the story of Devin Hester’s career, isn’t it?
People like Jim Langer, Manny Fernandez, and Bob Kuechenberg need to ask themselves what they’re really accomplishing here. What they feel is noble is in actuality quite petty.
It has been a pretty long-held notion that at a certain point in our lives we are beyond teaching.
I doubt that’s the deciding factor when Phil Emery sits down with Cutler’s representation after this season.
The Cubs, unfortunately, have provided a whole lot of darkness for a long time.
So let’s mock some folks who assess talent based on preseason spurts, shall we?
Hawk says “we” all the time, and it makes me furrow my brow ever so slightly and even a bit more when Steve Stone does it because Stone plays the more refined straight guy in that comedy team.
Within 24 hours the same room held the game’s worst representative and its best.
Lake Superior. Ken Griffey Junior Lake. Great Lake. Summering at Junior Lake.
Are you ready for some good ol’ public flogging and moral superiority that results essentially in nothing but another baseball dry hump?