Bring your own lampshade. We’re trying. Thanks.
Let’s fuckin do this. Thanks.
It’s what we deserve. Sorry for my dog chewing on a nylabone throughout the middle of this. Happy Birthday Slak. Thank you.
It’s that time. Thank you.
Tea leaves about T-Bag to cure the shpilkes. Thank you.
Jesus fuck it is uncomfortable here. Thank you.
The Beloved played and it wasn’t good enough. Or it was. Who care. Also what the hell is Danny even saying? Thank you.
I am sorry for the profanity laced Fatwa I declared on the White Sox. But not really. Thank you.
The most important tradition in Chicago sports came to fruition. The Beloved are in pads. And Cubs Corner. Kinda.
Free agency stuff has happened. Will it matter? Maybe. Who’s to say. Sky point Rick Froberg.
