Vaya Con Dios Ozzie

Well that was one crazy ride.  For those of you that haven’t heard, Ozzie Guillen has been traded to the Florida Marlins for two minor leaguers, ending the most entertaining managerial reign in Chicago baseball history.  I’m pretty sure that is an indisputable fact.  He gave us 2 division titles, 1 AL Pennant, 1 World Series title, about 100 crazy news stories, and about 1,000 insane unintelligible quotes.  I don’t know another manager that put up numbers like that.

I'M BACK

Don’t call it a comeback, I’ve been here for … eh … um … months. 

Ok, it’s been awhile but I think it’s time for this blog to revived.  My tens of fans have been clamoring for the blog to come back and I can’t let them down.  I’ll figure out a way to keep the blog rolling while actually having a full time job (I’m not, not writing this blog at work and emailing it to myself).  Instead of a few posts a day, like in the glory days, it’s going to be a few posts a week.

Garrett Wolfe is Keeping Busy During the Lock Out

ChicagoBreakingSports.com  Free-agent running back Garrett Wolfe, who played for the Bears the last four seasons, was arrested early Sunday in Miami Beach after he refused to pay a bill of nearly $1,600 at a local nightclub, police said.
Wolfe, 26, has been charged with retail theft over $300, assaulting a police officer, resisting arrest with violence and disorderly conduct, according to Miami-Dade County booking information. He was being held on $11,500 bond and, according to county records, was still in custody Sunday evening.

Apparently Garrett Wolfe has taken his talents to South Beach.  We have heard this story before, local sports star, plays for the local pro team, decides to go down to Miami and all of a sudden everybody is out to get him.  Haters gonna hate.


P.S. - That would be a top notch celebrity mugshot, if anybody outside of Chicago knew who Garrett Wolfe was.

Chicago, We Might Have a Problem

That game last night scared me.  Not because of the final score or even that now the Bulls are down 2-1 in the series.  What scared me was how much that game reminded me of game two.  The Heat smothered the Bulls defensively in game two and the Bulls didn’t appear to have an answer for it in game three either.  It’s the same stuff they have been seeing since the Indiana series, doubling Rose high off the pick and roll and making him give up the ball early so the other players have to make plays.  The difference is that that Heat are faster, quicker and just flat out, better at doing it, than either the Hawks or the Pacers.

Tom Brady Looks Ridiculous...Again

 

It has been getting harder and harder to be the #1 Tom Brady fan in Chicago and this picture certainly isn’t helping at all.  What are you doing here, Tom?  You look like a fool.  I mean if you insist on riding a water slide during the lockout, at least lay down on it so you can go as fast as possible.  What’s the point of a water slide anyway if you are just gonna sit up and go slow?  You might as well have just stayed in the lazy river. 

R.I.P. Macho Man Randy Savage

 

Great wrestler, great outfits, great mic skills and great Slim Jim spokesman.  Oooooh yeeeaaaahhhh...Macho Man, you will be missed.  I hope you and Miss Elizabeth are together in that big squared circle in the sky.

Carlos Boozer is as Bad at Rapping as Playing Defense

 

"Mic check 1-2-1-2, mic check 1-2-1-2.

Mic check 1-2-1-2, mic check 1-2-1-2.

Dream, believe it, do it...let's go,

Already know I cross 'em over, take 'em to the hole.

Look back, thank God, look forward trust God.

That's why when I'm in the paint, you know I go hard.

Might go baseline one time in the future,

Run back down the court, like you know it was Boozer.

I used to be another lil' fella with some hoop dreams,

Now I got the game laced up...shoestrings."

They aren't saying Boooooooozer, they are just booing.  This is just terrible and only accentuated by the fact that, Twista raps after him, and Twista can actually...you know...rap.  At least he closed with his best line, so that you might forget the rest of the crap before it.