Tuffy’s Refrigerator Logic

Here’s a clear shot from the daily Ice Machine, with crystal blue linkage of stories that will refresh you during your lunch break (drowning in a sea of love):

• Thanks to everyone that joined Chitown Chick for UFC 85.  
• We won’t be able to travel to Vegas like said Chick de Chitown to see the U.S. Freestyle Wrestling Olympic Trials, but we recommend she take some time to visit Las Vegas Chinatown.
• We regret we didn’t have time to take a picture of the golf course we passed in Holland, MI, that received so much rain that its flagsticks were barely visible above the water line.  We don’t know how any sports were played in the upper Midwest last weekend.
• We will be buying the MLB.tv app for our iPhone in about a month to show off shamelessly at the Big Tilde gathering.  We will be the belle of the ball.  We will be drunk.
• She’s Keith Hernandez…’s daughter.  And she’s drunk.
• The Mexican soccer/Chicago Tribune/blogger version of Nelson Muntz.
• The Canadian sports television version of Nelson Muntz.
• The Sports Economist’s version of … oh, you know.
• And since Chitown Chick provides all the content for this blog while we’re away, we steal from her again:

We can’t stop watching it.  We don’t even like Usher.  It’s too much awesome for safe consumption.

Let us make love in this blog post to the Question of the Day (dirty Upper Midwest edition): Have you booked your ark reservation yet?  We’re regretting putting this off now.

Here’s a clear shot from the daily Ice Machine, with crystal blue linkage of stories that will refresh you during your lunch break (voted Best Ice Machine for 1934, 1976, and 2001):

• “Newest Club Drug: Preparation H”.  We did the same when we went for 12-hour World of Warcraft sessions, but we didn’t know we were trendsetters.  (We’ve said too much.)
• Chicago tries to make the cut for the 2016 Olympics today.  More on this tomorrow.
• Big Papi’s injury explained using Pikachu.  It works.
• Take a canvas bag to Beijing because it just became more strident than your local Whole Foods.
• Why do northern Illinois police persecute Bob Avellini so?  It’s not that he’s a drunk driver; it’s just hard to hold the wheel with stigmata.
• Make your “Moons Over My Hammy” joke at your own risk.
• Adam Frey is cancer-free.
• Your putrid image of the day: Sam Zell must get a weak little erection every time he thinks up a new way to outsmart the IRS.  That might explain why the tiny prick won’t shut up about his brilliance.
• And since this is our blog and we can indulge however we want, here’s video of Shawn Kemp at that tournament we pictured recently:

And the Question of the Day (which pre-supposes that Joba gets three days off between starts): Did watching Joba Chamberlain start last night cure your herpes?  Uhm… cause we’re just curious.  For a friend.  That we know.  Yes.

Here’s a clear shot from the daily Ice Machine, with crystal blue linkage of stories that will refresh you during your lunch break (machine crafted ice at the fore):

• Some people would be too good here to settle for a Joe Paterno joke.  We’re not that guy.
• A third of the money made on NHL ticket sales comes from Canada.  However, it’s because of the strong Canadian dollar.  No, really.  Stop snickering, eh?
• The truly rough diamonds in the NBA Draft.  Don’t try to set these anytime soon.
• This one’s pretty much Chitown Chick fanservice.  No apologies here.
• The BBC is both bad and ass.
• Please, baby Rogge, save us from people that don’t understand American geography.  We’d like high speed rail, yes, and we’d also like a pony and a girl in a short skirt and a long jacket.  They can arrive as a set.

And the Question of the Day: When can we get this kid into O’Hare and put them at Hendry’s desk?