You probably thought off the past
few days I was going to start ragging on the Tribune again, but you’d be
wrong. Oh, I admit it’s tempting to poke
fun at Sunday’s two-page spread about…Benny the Bull, the venerable 50-year old
mascot of the otherwise woeful Bulls.
But, no, I will pass on such tidbits as Benny now getting health
coverage and a possible six-figure salary (in which case, nice work if you can
get it) to focus on one of the pictures, of Benny with two assistants. One of them could have been my daughter.
The young woman shown in the photo
is either an intern or, possibly, the person who got the job Clare interviewed
for with the team several weeks ago.
Only it would’ve meant a pay cut in the vicinity of $20,000. So, goodbye, Benny.
On a related note, I was watching
the White Sox game yesterday when who should pop into the broadcast booth but
the team vice president for community relations/director of White Sox
charities. She had big news: the Opening Day “split the pot” drawing would
be $50,000! Let me note here that this
person is the senior-most woman working for the organization, whose board of directors
has zero, as in 0, female members. I sometimes
think the only thing worse than being a female baseball fan is being a female
member of the Catholic Church.
Back to the Bulls, they actually have
a female associate coach, Karen Stack-Umlauf.
From everything I read and see, she’s the real deal, doing what NBA
assistants are supposed to do. I wonder,
though, what goes through her mind on the sideline or in the team huddle when
the cheerleaders run out to perform.
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