It’s a good weekend for giving thanks around here.
For what, I don’t know, because other than the Blackhawks, I’m not seeing a whole lot.
A quick word on the Hawks: I love them. I do. Marian Hossa, you were worth the wait, sir. All of this excitement and winning, it has almost made me forget these guys were off the map in Chicago, if that’s even possible.
But you can come back — and come back strong. From where I’m seated, they are the best in the NHL. Of course, that usually means an early exit from the playoffs, but the excitement is there.
That’s really it. Look around. Oh, the White Sox have been busy in the off-season, I see. I’m already producing a documentary on the 2010 season. I’m calling it “40-something.”
Hey, Kenny Williams, enough with the infatuation with old guys. As if the Bartolo Colon lesson wasn’t enough, I see you signed Omar Vizquel and now, Andruw Jones. What Florida is for regular folks, Chicago is becoming for aging sports figures. It’s where you go to finish off the last years, fade quietly and … you know.
Sorry, I can’t get fired up about this. I would have liked both of these guys like five years ago, but now they’re window dressing.
That brings us to football. I’m thankful for juicy rumors, even silly ones I make up just to keep me occupied.
That’s what happens when the present staff fails miserably. I say they all can go.
Mike Martz: offensive coordinator. Silly rumor, you say; bring it, I say.
How about Bill Cowher as head coach, Martz as offensive coordinator, and Mike Holmgren as club president? I think that gets us in the $50 million range.
One thing’s for sure. Jay Cutler is staying, and it’s everyone else that is going.
I have no problem with that. I don’t think just hiring a new offensive coordinator is going to cut it.
I want blood. A house cleaning — no, a house gutting, if you will.
So happy holidays. That’s how I roll.
