Most times, you go to a baseball game hoping to see something you've never seen before. But what happens if the game is sponsored by something you've been forced (pardon the pun) to see before and didn't really enjoy the first time?
That the 16-inch game is physically demanding and indigenous to Chicago adds to its appeal. New Yorkers don’t play it. Angelenos don’t play it. Calloused Chicagoans with broken fingers, gnarled knuckles, and giant calves do.
If it's true that there are no second acts in American life, then what is former Chicago White Sox slugger Frank Thomas doing putting his name on a high-alcohol specialty malt liquor? And, more to the point, why is anyone drinking this stuff?
Friend-of-Classical Dmitry Samarov has been steadily putting together new stories and images for his next book, but the thing is: It's really hard to write while you're driving a cab, what with all the traffic laws and overly refreshed 4 a.m. fares to wrangle.
He'll never be mistaken for Kevin Love, but after a decade as a NBA meme made pasty flesh, Brian Scalabrine has proven that he's something more, and more complicated, than an exceptionally well-paid human meme.
The big news last week before the MLS’s Chicago Fire flew south to Florida to begin their winter training camp was not a star player signing, or a new coach, or an addition to their Toyota Park home. On Tuesday, it was revealed that The Quaker Oats Company (a tentacle of PepsiCo) would pay the Fire at least $7.5 million to place their name and Quaker Larry’s smug face across the chests of their players for the next three years.