Putler or Ceavy?
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Who deserves the avalanche of hype: Jake Peavy or Jay Cutler?
The one that comes without Ozzie or Hawk.
Neither. They’ve won the same number of playoff games: zero.
Cutler. Urlacher had it wrong, Peavy is the real (inappropriate word that sometimes refers to a cat).
Peavy. Cy Young winner. ‘Nuff said.
Cutler, because this is a Bears town.
How can Peavy help the White Sox while he’s rehabbing?
He can work on Buehrle’s patchy, chin-strap beard.
Every time the Sox hit a homer he runs onto the field and screams, “I’M NUREYEV, I’M NUREYEV!”
Giving Ozzie Guillen regular back massages to keep him calm.
Hide Bartolo Colon’s dominoes.
Keep the attention on himself, letting the other guys relax.
What’s the significance to the Cubs being in the only division with six teams?
Further proof that The Man is out to keep the Cubs down.
Their chances of winning have decreased by a number that I can’t come up with because I hate math.
They have an extra excuse for missing the playoffs.
Guaranteed wins vs. the Reds and Pirates.
They are deep-sixed.
The Fire faces Tigres for the SuperLiga title and $1M. Give them some bulletin board material.
Cuauhtemoc Blanco is OK, but he’s no Jose Alfredo Gonzalez Tahuilan.
Fire, I have sent you tacks. Good luck.
I hear the team you’re playing for the title is so bad, they can’t even spell the word “Tiger” correctly.
I’m scraping my fingernails on the chalkboard.
If Tigres wins, there might be another Chicago fire.
What unique item would you like to see in the Michael Jordan Hall of Fame exhibit?
The Birmingham Barons jersey that proved he was mortal.
Spend money on a wax replica of Karla Knafel. Or go cheaper and hire the real one.
Craig Ehlo’s old jersey, still smoldering from all the times Jordan burned him on game-winners.
His playing cards from Atlantic City.
The cigar cutter that likely ended any comeback thoughts he had.
