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.
You know the drill. On to the shaming.
Is Starlin Castro turning the corner again?
Remember when some people were so worried that former Chicago Bear Brian Urlacher would sign with the Minnesota Vikings, not because he would improve a division rival (he wouldn’t have) but that it would perceivably taint his legacy?
By Tim Baffoe- (CBS) I’ve long contended that one of America’s most heinous shortcomings is the underappreciation of the film Joe Versus The Volcano. Since you’re probably not privy, the film is about a guy played [...]
I get paid to grade things, even though I tell students that they earn grades rather than get them subjectively.
Baffoe takes a look at the hypocrisy of not standing on a team logo, among other things.
For the sake of a staggering basketball program and lining some already stuffed pockets, the end game is many people—kids mostly—not being shown the way to wisdom.
Remember Michael Jordan? He played for the Chicago Bulls and was good and stuff.
It’s an interesting question the Cubs should maybe consider.
All we have of actual substance for the next couple months is baseball. Cold, cruel Chicago baseball.
For being a detriment to every female who has worked so hard to break down stereotypes in the sports world, these folks deserve a public shaming. So come along as we put the microscope on some seriously misguided people whose parents have failed hard.
They break windows and throw bottles in the street and really stick it to The Man when they think The Man (who likely hasn’t oppressed them, as these twenty-somethings are mostly suburban-raised fortunates thinking they’re cool by slumming it in the city for street cred) isn’t looking.
Those seventeen seconds birthed a champion from the jaws of sure defeat. They made hockey just the coolest damn thing in the world, if only for a short period of time to the rest of the country and the world, but a hell of a lot longer in the Windy City.
ALS jokes. Victim blaming. Rape and sports comparisons. It’s been some week. And it’s only Hump Day.
“Commit to the Indian” isn’t just an order by a coach or a phrase to be mocked on sports radio. It’s something that might warrant a deeper consideration.
Chicago has dealt with enough awfulness that I feel we have more fans in this town that “get it;” “it” being, yeah, losing sucks, but I don’t have to look at this as just a black and white, did they win or did they lose issue.
Stanley Cup Finals preview pieces abound, and readers can get so inundated with them that the columns and articles and features become like vegetables to a six year old.
“He’s not a perfect player. We like the fit. We like what he brings to us intangibly. We wanted to get better up front. He’s a seasoned player.”
Because he acts like some meatball ambassador for Chicago and its sports teams without permission.
This is not difficult to understand. Nobody is taking away your precious baseball and replacing it with nine calculators. Teams are improving their chances of winning. Math doesn’t hit, throw, or catch the ball and never will.-