So, this guy is the dumbest ever

So, this guy is the dumbest ever

We got the answer to an ages old question this morning. What does the Chicago Tribune do when it needs someone to write a column that is so awful, pointless and just, plain, wrong that even David Haugh won’t write it? Ladies and (oh, who are we kidding…)...
Can’t spell Most Valuable without Valbue(n)a

Can’t spell Most Valuable without Valbue(n)a

The Internet long ago identified me as the biggest Luis Valbuena jock sniffer on the planet, and to that, I can only say, “So?” Long, long ago, I founded the Hank White Fan Club and we, to this day, share glorious tales of Henry Blanco’s long (16...

My new favorite picture, ever

Emasculating haircut?  Check. Emasculating dog?  Check. Comfy pants? Check. Orange running shoes that Steve Prefontaine likely tested in 1973?  Check. Pink bag filled with rolled up dog shit retrieval bags?  Check. Bemused look?  Check. Giving the old fuck you to...
Terrible Cubs of Recent Vintage: 1997

Terrible Cubs of Recent Vintage: 1997

The current edition of the Cubs is awful.  They’ve won six of their first 18, which is awful.  But the Cubs know awful better than anybody else. And so, here’s the start of a short series titled: Terrible Cubs of a Recent Vintage, a (fake) oral history of...
Somebody’s red ass is showing

Somebody’s red ass is showing

Our good friend Paul Sullivan posted a shot of a horde of seagulls hanging out in the left field bleachers yesterday late in the Cubs-Cardinals game at Wrigley. The photo consisted of several seagulls, two drunk guys in Cubs jerseys and four people huddled up in the...