Are you ready for some good ol’ public flogging and moral superiority that results essentially in nothing but another baseball dry hump?
Shut up until the offseason. Pretty simple. And probably a pretty good idea.
As far as Trestman goes, I have a really hard time believing all the players—veterans especially—are going to be so gung-ho with his make-a-new-friend-today tactics as he described at a press conference on Wednesday.
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 […]
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.
Here’s a helpful guide in case you’re not quite sure how to approach tonight’s Game 6 so as not to embarrass yourself or the city (because Chicago bandwagoners are known nationally).
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.”