TODAY’S QUESTIONS
TOPIC 1: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY. WHAT’S BETTER: TRUE LOVE OR A CHAMPIONSHIP?
TOPIC 2: AS A SPORTS FAN, WHAT’S YOUR MOST HEARTBREAKING MOMENT?
TOPIC 3: A DAY BEFORE V-DAY, A GUY NAMED BLISS HAD ONE OF THE FASTEST DAYTONA 500 QUALIFYING LAPS. REACTION?
TOPIC 4: BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO. THE INCREMENTAL COLLAPSE OF THE ’04-’05 NHL SEASON IS LIKE …
TOPIC 5: IF YOU HAD WON A GRAMMY, WHAT SPECIAL PERSON IN THE CROWD WOULD YOU HAVE THANKED?
JIMMY GREENFIELD
True love, though it’s a tough question since both can be
bought and paid for.
Oct. 14, 2003: Game 6 of the NLCS. I still don’t believe it.
Oh great, now I’m crying.
Now I want to know Bob Love’s career scoring average on
Valentine’s Day. On the court too.
My hairline. At first, I was in
denial. Now it’s gone for good.
Oh great, now I’m crying.
My beloved recorder instructor. Thanks again Sven! Oh great,
now I’m crying.
PHIL THOMPSON
Have to say true love. But if you get me a championship, you don’t even have to buy me dinner first.
I have one at least once a year, when the Redskins blow it against Dallas in the fourth quarter.
Now we have documented
proof that bliss is fleeting.
Watching a Democratic
candidate in an election
year.
Besides my mom and God, my beautiful fiance Tarji. And Tone-Loc, who’s cleaning up the aisles.
THE HAND
I want to hold your hand, but I really, really, really want to hold the Lombardi trophy.
Anytime a fan catches a foul ball, smiles and then screams bloody murder from the pain.
I flash Mr. Bliss one thumb up!
The sound of one hand clapping.
I’d thank the other hand.
Together, forever, that’s how it will be.
WHIZZER
True love lasts. Championships are one-night stands. I know. I’ve been hurt, baby.
When the Sox didn’t move to Florida. I lost my deposit on that Tampa Bay condo.
If his first name was “Wedded” instead of “Mike” it would be
supernatural.
That one hour when we all watched Phil get stuck in that revolving door.
The fine folks at eBay who will help dump the little piece of trash for cash.
BAG BOY
What’s the difference?
For me, they’re the same thing.
Your newspaper isn’t big enough for me to list all of them.
He drives the No. 0 car.
Love stinks.
Seeing ice melt.
Poetic, no?
’85 Bears. The “Super Bowl Shuffle” taught this poor-singing bad dancer to dream big.
