God, give me strength. It’s been a tough six months between deaths
and bad weather. Then, on Sunday we took
Clare and Chris out to dinner with a $250 gift certificate. We ran up a bill of $337. Just so you know, I had a seven-ounce steak.
Sports is one of those things in
life that’s supposed to help make living bearable, and maybe it would if I
could just keep track. But the Tribune
won’t let me. I pull out the sports’
section today—48 hours from Opening Day, mind you—and what do I find but a
front-page Bears’ story and two more on the inside. Ooh, a feature on one of the Bears’ offensive
lineman. It’s like I died and didn’t go
to heaven. And don’t tell me the
electronic version of the Trib sports’ section is any better or different
because it’s not.
At least the Sun-Times goes
through the motions of caring about baseball.
The other week they included this gem by White Sox prospect Danny Mendick: “I was telling my parents, ‘I played against
Mike Trout.” The 5’10” infielder from
Rochester, NY, was a 22nd round pick in the 2015 out of U
Mass-Lowell. As of last night, Mendick
was batting .353 with 11 RBIs. This is a
spring-training story that virtually writes itself.
Oh, wait. The great Chicago Tribune couldn’t be
bothered to send a beat reporter to cover the White Sox, not when there’s Bears’
coverage to manufacture.
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