11/25/2003 10:50:00 AM by Rob

My first inter-blog contact

Today, I'm bending noodles with Chuck from Ivy Chat, because it turns out he works in the great Near Northwest Suburbs, too. Is that what this is called? Maybe they call this the O'Hare area. I think they do, as a matter of fact.

My college roommate grew up here. I remember the first time I passed out at his folks' house, about a mile away from Runway 1. About 5:30, I thought the fuckin' sky was about to fall in on top of us. Nobody else there even budged. I start moaning. One of the other corpses said "shut the fuck up!". I started blubbering "How the hell can you guys sleep through these planes flying overhead?"

"There was a plane? I don't even notice anymore," belched the Karp. "Go back into your hole."

Anyway, I sure wish there was some rumor to talk about, let alone some actual news. I don't want to spend my lunch hour talking about the possibility of Scott Skiles coming to coach the Bulls, which is all anyone here has on their minds. Oh yeah, that and the playoff hopes of the 4-7 Bears, who have to run the table against the Vikings, Chiefs, the '72 Dolphins, the Ice Bowl Packers, the Steel Curtain, and the Mean Machine from the Longest Yard.

Yeah, sure, they can do it......

Please.

Bear fans are complete morons.

C'mon, Hendry, I'm dying here. Give me some hope. For once in my life, let's be the big dog, and make a pre-emptive strike that is Guaranteed to Win, no chance of failure.

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