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 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.
Why did we really expect anything different this season from the Bulls?
The White Sox aren’t as far away from being a playoff contender as it might seem.
We must stop with the “Kane is overcoming off-ice adversity” storylines.
Snyder provides plenty of motivation to dislike him and his franchise.
You learn to embrace the fiery jerk when he’s on your team.
It eventually gets to be so that the superhuman’s psychology mutates to match his biology.
It’s good to feel emotion in our sports viewing, however good or bad it may be.
The “mom’s basement” line is terribly tired, outdated and downright hacky.
As overachievers, the Bears aren’t even curse-word-worthy.
There was a rebuild, then there wasn’t. There was a splurge and a three-year window. Now there’s no plan.
We need an investigation into Clausen’s mustache.
College football and basketball players are aware of the weight their status carries.
Duncan Keith’s an establish rock to lean on for the Blackhawks.
Thursday felt like a middle finger from Derrick Rose to all the outside noise.
It was once thought the Bears would soon part with Cutler. He’s building a strong case to stay in Chicago.
The Blackhawks are ridiculous with so much open ice afforded to teams in overtime.
Ruling on a catch shouldn’t be so confusing, but it is in the NFL. So Tim Baffoe’s here to help.
This season exceeded expectations in so many ways.
Feeling good feels better than carry spite. It’s time Sammy Sosa and the Cubs bury the hatchet.
Hovering somewhere between frustration and panic is understandable right now, but keep your perspective.