Groucho with a good look back at the incredible journey of Scottie Pippen. And I’m not even talking about the time he got busted on the Edens with the gun in his car. We kid, Scottie because we care. He could be grumpy at times, careless with his ejaculate and didn’t like Jerry Reinsdorf much (that’s actually a bonus), but Scottie was a great player who was very nearly as big a part of six Chicago championships as Michael Jordan, and that’s saying something.

I always got the feeling that I wasn’t alone in finding myself pulling harder for Scottie than even Michael. It always seemed to me that real Bulls’ fans shared a strange kind of devotion to Scottie. Michael was great and everytime you watched him play you pinched yourself that he somehow ended up in Chicago. But Michael was so good that you didn’t root for him as much as you just watched him in awe. Scottie was flawed, but still great and fun to watch. Your friends who rooted for other NBA teams didn’t have much to say about Michael, but they did their best to rip on Scottie. So you backed him up, you defended him, and when he became better than you ever dreamed you felt like you’d accomplished something along the way.

Scottie came back a couple years ago to try to finish out his career as a Bull. He had his moments. You saw glimpses, when his back felt just right and he could slip back into his familiar form. It was a reminder of just how great things had been. Just how great we had it for a decade. It gave you goosebumps. If only for a moment.

It’s funny when you think about it. The most overstated thing about Michael Jordan’s life is how rough he had it when he didn’t make his high school varsity team as a sophomore. Big whup. That was just Nike and David Falk trying to pretend Michael had to overcome adversity. Scottie was the one with all the roadblocks. Scottie got through them all. The only challenge he never overcame was playing the shadow of the greatest player ever, and he didn’t mind a bit. And we had courtside seats (well, on TV anyway) for all of it.

So the next time you’re in the United Center, take a second to look up at the big 33 hanging from the rafters, and think about just how unlikely it is that any of that ever happened.

Brent Musberger said it, so it has to be true. With the win last night over Georgetown, Illinois has won 83 of its last 86 games at Assembly Hall. Holy crap.

Rex says he’s not injury prone. Sure. Whatever. See you in the second half on Sunday. Bring the forward pass with you. The Bears might just need it.

More than you ever needed to know about Robbie Gould.

The Cubs still have work to do. Gee, ya think?

Chris DeLuca is so dumb, it’s incredible. He’s the guy who insisted the White Sox were getting Juan Pierre, when in fact, they never even tried to get him because it didn’t make any sense to have him and Scotty Fantastic in the same lineup. Now the bone he’s latched on to that he won’t give up is Wily Taveraes to the Cubs. How does that make any sense? Unless you get Tejada, you can hardly afford to have punchless players at short (Cedeno), second (Neifi), center (Pierre) and right (Wily). Does DeLuca have any idea what a lineup looks like? What is his obsession with always having two powerless outfielders on Chicago’s baseball teams?

Mike Kiley on the gaping hole in right field, and we don’t mean where the new bleachers are going. I’m surprised he didn’t slip his Sammy knee pads back on and try to make a case for a return of the Gladiator.

What does it cost to hit a guy in the head with a dumb-bell and have him break your jaw, too? Apparently, $50,000. I’ll pass, thanks.

Time to step up and get Miggy with it. Yes, that was lame.

Gordon Edes thinks the Sawx could get Tejada.

I find this interesting, but this isn’t the only column that thinks the Rangers could very well turn around and trade Brad Wilkerson.

Toronto will offer Orlando Hudson to the Rangers.

Until I hear Alfonso Soriano (in broken English) say he will go to the outfield, I won’t believe it. Apparently, Jose Vidro’s knees are so bad that second base is wide open in Washington.

Mouthbreathin’ Matty Morris is headed to San Francisco.

This headline is excellent.

How big is the Mets’ friggin’ roster?

Jayson Stark does the “winners/losers” thing about the winter meetings. The Cubs aren’t on either list.

The Tigers just took a pile of money and in good Detroit tradition, burned it.

America’s finest news source on how the rest of U2 is pretty much fine with starving Africans.