The
temperature this morning bottomed out at six-below, with a wind-chill factor of
God knows what. The only reason to get
out of bed is because pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp in Arizona. I’d prefer it be Florida, but I digress (as
in noting that Clare will be dealing with a range of temperatures from 34 to 65
degrees this weekend when Valpo softball plays in beautiful Birmingham Alabama).
So,
after I pull on two sweatshirts with sweatpants over long underwear, what do I get
to read at the breakfast table? A
Tribune sports section with not one, not two, not three, not four but five, yes
five, stories on the football Bears, whose season opener is nearly seven months
off. The White Sox and Cubs, weather
willing, are set to play in just about seven weeks. What will the Bears do about their mistake-prone
mope of a quarterback, Jay Cutler? Who
gives a crap? I want baseball.
Oh,
and to the folks at the Trib: Yes, old habits are hard to break, but try to
motivate yourselves to do two baseball stories a day, one on the Sox and one on
the Cubs. You don’t own the North Siders
anymore.
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