Here’s a clear shot from the daily Ice Machine, with crystal blue linkage of stories that will refresh you before you start your day (assuming your day involves making bail after a game at Yankee Stadium):
- Chicago’s Olympic bid will approach $60m before a decision is made. Y’know, for all that money, we bet one could put on a pretty big event in Chicago.
- Is it just us or has this story not received any traction outside Chicago? How can a rising star in baseball management circles allegedly skim off the top and only get a throat clearing from the national media? Do they know something we don’t about this story? (Full disclosure: Cubs fan but not Bud man.)
- Why we never buy into the “if you have nothing to hide, you’ll do whatever we want; otherwise, you hate puppies and heart cancer” argument.
- We can’t believe we’re saying this, but: Ryan Dempster’s pitching tomorrow! Gotta see that!
- Oreos strewn across Chicagoland highway. In other news, C.C. Sabathia is kicking himself that Cleveland didn’t travel to Chicago today.
- This was something of a shock to the system first thing this morning while preparing our SPORTSbyBROOKS pieces:
Yahoo!, indeed. Whose idea was it to attempt market penetration in the online sports media space? The mastermind behind this idea must be one slippery hombre. Does this work on the pooch that Mike Brown screwed yesterday? Why would we want to see more couples first thing in the morning? At that time of day, we only care if it’s full of caffeine and/or works on our cereal. Otherwise, please keep it off our desktop. Thanks.
And the Question of the Day: What’s the most sadistic and/or wonderful song you can think of for a wedding reception? (We’re pretty sure those are not mutually exclusive criteria, but your mileage may vary.)
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Love Shack. or, Return of the Mack!
Going to a wedding next Saturday and much to my dismay, I am certain Celebration will be played because it always is. And I will hate every minute of it.
Ditto on the Dempster excitement… I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the kid’s pretty much my fantasy team ace right now.
I am absolutely baffled why Return of the Mack works here except maybe to pick up bridesmaids. Not that I’m against that. In fact, the official Tuffy position is to not *not* be for that.
Celebration was fun for two weeks in 1980 and then forgot to go home when the party ended.
Ryan Dempster is 31 years old, Grandma Betrothed. I’m shocked he had another peak in him, even if it was for six weeks. I’m surprised you’re not trying to flip him for the best offer out there before he goes orange squash. That Harry Caray impersonation doesn’t roll up any stats in 5×5.
Point taken, but the fact is I’m getting old waiting for Beckett and Maddux to bring down their ERAs while kicking myself over wasting roster space on Buehrle and Weaver in the first place. Dempster’s ERA and K/IP ratio are pretty damn sexy compared to any of that noise. YEESH.
I’m doing surprisingly well in this league considering how lame my pitching is. I’ll probably have to jettison Dempster at some point, but right now he’s pretty clutch for me.