If adulthood can be measured by mastering basic tasks such as removing Kleenex before putting clothes in one’s washing machine….well, apparently, I’ve got a ways to go before I get there.
Ok, first the Vols collapse in OT.
Then the Irish snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
And now the Broncos find a new, creative way to lose at the buzzer.
Just a trifecta of torture that I challenge anyone to match. Not just this weekend—I’ll give you all season.
The Rockies’ magic # is 2 more wins to preserve the 2024 Sox as the worst team in modern MLB history. Put the champagne on ice—I’m feeling pretty confident.
RIP to George Wendt. Norm was a pillar of Cheers, a show that’s more than a show to me. There’ll be no such wait when you sidle up to your stool in heaven, Norm Peterson: https://t.co/0dymzykDv9
In my life, I’ve acquired a taste for blueberries, cottage cheese, etc. The Super Bowl, however, seems to have headed in the opposite direction. Short of guacamole, this day holds no allure for me anymore. But well wishes all those who celebrate.
The gym is a fascinating place to observe humans in their natural habitat. Today, I salute all those who work out in a dress shirt and khakis. That’s just next-level efficiency.: straight from the office to the weight room to a dinner engagement.
First, my Blackhawks finish 31st out of 32 teams. Then the White Sox spend this summer making MLB history in all the wrong ways. Whatever—expected.
But today, Notre Dame’s loss, today feels like God is just trying to wean me off sports entirely.
I love all things Canada…with one glaring exception: their geese have an appalling disregard for traffic etiquette here in the States. They’re nothing but brazen jaywalkers.
New peeve: people at the gym who are occupying 3+ machines…at the same time! Folks, there’s no room for polygamy in the weight room; commit to an apparatus already.
I love the confluence of all the signs spring is here to stay: birds are chirping, the pinks/purples/whites are in full bloom, the White Sox have excused themselves from the AL Central race. You know, the usual…
And just when I think the White Sox are running away with the Most Incompetent Pro Sports Franchise title, here come my Broncos making a furious charge and determined to not be outdone. Wow.
So congrats, White Sox. As you author another chapter in How Not to Run a Team, you now have me pondering the previously unthinkable in possibly switching to the Cubs. I should sleep on that, though.
And so should you.
When losing 101 games and having someone SHOT in the bleachers in mid-game, when those are now followed by losing @jasonbenetti to Detroit, that’s an epic level of incompetence.
The @whitesox are an utter dumpster fire of an organization. Losing one of your own—and the only reason to tune into this forsaken team after May 1–to Detroit is the cherry on top of the embarrassment sundae.