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.
Enough of this two leagues with different rules nonsense.
I won’t pretend I knew Roger Ebert personally, but his death affects me as a great admirer of his and what he stood for.
The only way to find out if that request rings the Cubs’ phones is if Carlos Marmol keeps pitching, though. He needs to be given the opportunity to possibly return to the type of guy Jason Goff referred to as “You won’t hit me, but I might hit you.”
Here are three reasons each to love and hate the Chicago White Sox and Chicago Cubs respectively in 2013.
I’ve watched John Ziegler from afar for a while now. As one of his Twitter followers (hey, follow back, dude!) I’ve seen him retweet every person that praises him and bully dissenters on a daily basis.
With all the excitement and gravitas and craziness of the NCAA men’s basketball tournament come a few lame byproducts.
I refuse to be part of the comfortable group of ignorant. So, besides not raping people, I’d like to do my small part by making fun of some idiots that think stuff like this is okay on various levels.
Cue the inspirational horns and strings. Get Bob Costas cozied up near a fireplace in a flame-retardant turtleneck.
Booing a guy who used to be on your favorite team and now is on another team is beyond stupid.
What better way to salt the festering wound of bricks and ivy than celebrating the park’s anniversary.
The 2013 Chicago Blackhawks could become a footnote even after starting better than any team in NHL history.
O.J. Pistorius. That’s what I’ve begun calling the South African runner accused of murdering his girlfriend (and I don’t want to place value on one murder victim over another, but holy Mandela, that woman was gorgeous).
The 2013 Cubs are fait accompli, and there are only so many ways for someone to write that the team is going to be bad again.
There is little, in fact, to praise about Knox. What was he? A drone much like any other, facemasked and faceless as we belched and screamed.
I just don’t get it is all. And I contemplate my not-getting-it-ness (or is it not-getting-it-itude?) every time I see it happen.
I was very impressed with the way the Chicago Blackhawks handled themselves Thursday night in their first meeting with Raffi Torres since Torres injured Marian Hossa on an illegal hit last year.
At least 47 gay men (probably gay women, too) have been a part of a Super Bowl champion organization, and it’s very likely many more than that.
I’ll never understand how somebody can believe God finds a scoreboard pertinent or any outcome within any entertainment outlet.
Sammy Sosa is one of the game’s Marlboro Men, a mascot of old that seems so wrong today.
Here are just some of the many stupid people out there who really get the whole spirit of the holiday wrong, and in some cases, the actual work of the man wrong.