TODAY’S QUESTIONS
TOPIC 1: If Chicago plays Sammy Sosa off the stage like a talk show, what song does the city play, and why?
TOPIC 2: The improved record aside, look at the Bulls and explain their recent strides.
TOPIC 3: what’s your overall impression of the NCAA men’s hoops season so far.
TOPIC 4: Plans are UNDER WAY for a show that tracks MIKE Tyson prepping for a fight. Why?
TOPIC 5: Super Bowl week is all about the parties. Which party would you want to crash most?
JIMMY GREENFIELD
First we have to ask, what kind of instrument does Chicago play? I’ll go with the euphonium. As for the song, that’s easy: The overture from the 1964 Broadway musical “What Makes Sammy Run?”
These guys, I love ’em. And not just because they’re finally
starting to believe all the tips I’ve been sending them from my
astrologer.
In a word? Sexy. Oh right, we have to go longer today. Uh, well, I actually haven’t seen any games this season other than my beloved Kansas Jayhawks. Did I say beloved? I meant fair and impartial.
According to a recent Gallup Poll, 42 percent of the public believe Mike Tyson is crazy. This would be an opportunity to show the other 58 percent why they’re wrong.
When it comes to Super Bowl parties, there are two things I want to know: Can I hold the remote? And what kind of dip will there be? Based on the answers, I would crash my wife’s party. It’s been two years since I’ve been invited.
PHIL THOMPSON
Between “Boulevard Of Broken Dreams” (that would be Waveland Avenue), “City Of The Damned” and “Wake Me Up When September Ends,” Green Day hits the nail on the head.
With five lottery picks (Ben Gordon, Luol Deng, Kirk Hinrich, Eddy Curry and Tyson Chandler) and an Olympic gold medalist (Andres Nocioni), you might expect a team to be .500 or better. It’s crazy talk.
History is on the line. Savannah State could be the first Division I team to go 0-28 since the legendary Prairie View A&M
Panthers of 1991-92.
If it’s a rematch with Robin Givens, then I’m all for it. My money’s on the Girl Wonder.
I’ll be attending the Players Wives Fashion Show with my business partner, Gloria Allred.
LEO EBERSOLE
The lights dim, and we hear the soaring music from “The Natural.” About halfway through, the record screeches to a halt and on comes “Hit the Road Jack.” Pretty much sums up his time here.
They finally have guys who can hit outside shots consistently.
But as good as they are, they still don’t have a go-to scorer in the clutch.
We could have an all-orange final.
Enjoy that HD reception.
I’d watch him prepare hamburger meat. The man has a Courtney Love-like ability to make great TV.
I’d give anything to soak in the “culture” at the FHM party. Anything of Phil’s, that is.
WHIZZER
Chris Isaak’s “Things Go Wrong.” “Trying to remember what it was I said you’d done/Really doesn’t matter cause you’re still my only one/Things go wrong, things go wrong.” Deep, so deep.
Jamal Crawford is in New York, and Andres Nocioni is in Chicago.
I rest my case.
Illinois is so fun to watch, but North Carolina reminds me of Ivan Drago in “Rocky IV.” Of course, Drago lost, so that analogy sucks. The 2005 champ comes from a league with the word “Big” in it.
Because even though so many believed this day would never come, the world has officially run out of ideas.
Well I won’t be crashing Saturday’s Playboy party for reasons I cannot disclose. Catch me at the annual Taste of the NFL. Smoked cod chowder with lobster and chili-lime butter. Oh, I’m there.
BAG BOY
I saw where Sammy has been saying Baltimore is where he wants to be. Why didn’t he say something sooner? My choice: Michael Jackson’s “Beat It.”
I do like the fact that they play hard. That’s all the average fan wants to see, a true effort. Now mix in a playoff win, maybe a few of them, and I may cancel my tattoo removal appointment.
Meaningless. Can’t get into it. I start caring when the tournament begins and don’t tell me you’re any different.
I’ll watch. That doesn’t explain why it might be a show, or maybe it does. People love watching bad things happen. How else do you explain my affinity for the Bears?
You’re talking to the Crash Master. I’ve been kicked off more red carpets than Kathy Griffin. Up next: Maxim’s party. Stay by your phones and have bail money ready. Bag Boy will be in touch.
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Edited by Chris Malcolm (ccmalcolm@tribune.com) and alBerto Trevino (atrevino@tribune.com)
