When You Die and Go to Hell…

…The only sport they cover is football. Which means I died and went to hell. What other explanation is there? Consider that the White Sox have gotten off to a good—first-place in the AL Central Division—start and the Cubs to a surprising over-.500 one. Oh, and the Bulls are in the NBA playoffs for the first time since 2017. Now, tell that to the Tribune. Not only does a picture of Bears’ quarterback Justin Fields dominate the first page in sports, the Munsters get all of page three. It’s the same at the Sun-Times—three pages of coverage, more or less the same photo-space. And this is April, before the draft. Technically, the Bulls, Cubs and Sox aren’t getting squeezed on coverage. The Hawks are, but that’s what happens when you stink (25-40) with no chance of making the postseason. What no local sports’ reporter or editor will admit to, though, is that there’s a whole lot of stealing from Peter to cover Paul, er, the Munsters. You get what I mean, right? If not, don’t bother to look for coverage of certain amateur sports in these parts. Chicago-area high-school and college spring-sports are in full swing, though you’d never know it from picking up a paper or reading it online; ditto turning on the TV. If it ain’t football or basketball, it don’t count. Those parents I see at Morton West watching their sons play baseball in miserable weather? They don’t exist, at least not for sportswriters. And Northwestern University, where the softball team ranks sixth in the nation? Invisible. But the Munsters of the Midway had their minicamp. Hold the presses. Grab the cameras. It’s enough to make a sports’ fan sick.