Tuesday, January 30, 2007
The rush hour commuters are just about here. I’m cold, and it has begun to snow.
It has been cold all day, and I’m not selling enough. No one buys on days like this. My papers are wet, and it is hard keeping the plastic on them. I lost one of the Trib and the Sun-Times this morning. The first few pages were soaked.
Chris came by this afternoon. He stunk like he was drinking, and he was. Sober enough to tell me about the Bears. He’s no fan of Grossman. I am. Grossman will get us the ring. Besides, if not him, then who? Griese? Give me a break.
There was an accident up the corner. No one died. Fender bender. The taxi wanted too much space, you know? Same old same old. A tow cleared it up pretty quick.
Sammy’s back into baseball. Texas Rangers think he can still play (at least as a minor leaguer). I don’t. He is 38, but if he is playing with a cork-free bat, my confidence in him is zip. He played with the Rangers back in ’89. Must be 'roid free, or else the Rangers wouldn’t touch him.
SPORTS WIRE: Sosa, Rangers reach deal on minor-league contract