It’s been too long since we’ve come out to see you all. So let’s do that. This Thursday for the Hawks-Jets game, we will be trying out a new venue for our famous roadwatch, The Piggery on Irving (never Irving Park) and Ashland. They’re real excited to have us, we’re really excited to go there, everyone’s happy!

If you’ve been there before or after their little trouble with flames, you’ll know the food is outstanding. They’ll have $15 buckets of 312 and $5 burgers on Thursday, so it can be affordable to stuff yourself and get loaded with us. I’ll be the one in the Patrick Sharp Vermont jersey. Killion will be the one I’m hitting with a fish.

Also, The Piggery has a signed Patrick Sharp jersey they’ll be raffling off, so you might even win something other than whatever disease you probably will catch by being around us and our readers.

Join us, won’t you?

I don’t like Nashville. The city is just fine, the people are nice and the barbecue is amazing. But when the Hawks get blown out there, it always makes me think back a few years ago when a group of us all went down there to watch the Hawks lose, sparking a full month before the Hawks would gain two points in a game. Bad memories.

Thankfully, we aren’t going to have to suffer through that again as the Hawks rebounded damn near flawlessly against one of the better teams in the league. It’s already the morning after (sorry about that) so let’s jump right to the bullets.

The silly weekend: Saturday Sunday

Hey can’t be worse can he?: CSN

Welcome back: ESPN Chicago

3 v. 3 OT: Trib

Aves coming back to Earth: PD

He didn’t like faxes, he didn’t like phones. When he stood among many, he’d stand alone. He loved his sausage, but shied from greens; used to spin his little sister in the washing machine.

And he ate more cheese than time allowed, so the stood him up sharp, they stood him up proud. And they looked at him funny, but they looked at him twice. Undressed him with the eyeballs, verbal lashing him with spite.

There are stories of pleasure, there are stories of pain, but the gods torment me with slabs of rain.

Probably the most telling sign that this should be a game to forget is that our wire image service doesn’t have a single picture up from this game. And that’s probably for the best.

Probably the most telling sign that this should be a game to forget is that our wire image service doesn’t have a single picture up from this game. And that’s probably for the best.

Every year we waste enough
To feed the ones who starve
We build our civilization up
And we shoot it down with wars

But with the Carpenter
On the seat
Way up in the capitol town

The USA
Be on the way
Prosperity bound