Man, life's too short to waste time examining rot.
I mean, I know about Lance Armstrong and the jury's still out on Manti Te'o.
If Deadspin was wrong about this story, it'll be more horrible than it is now. (And if you saw the movie "Catfish", whether you believe it's real or not, it's pretty easy to imagine how online weirdness can happen).
It's a gorgeous Chicago morning, we haven't been nailed with a blizzard (yet), the Bears just got a new head coach AND offensive coordinator, and in 24 days it'll be Happy Pitchers and Catchers Day.
I'm in the middle of making this year's card, soon to be on Zazzle if you'd like to get one.
Usually pitchers and catchers report right about on Valentines Day, so usually the Happy Pitchers and Catchers Day card is based on that.
But this year will be more just plain baseball with the common happy saying "Baseball is in the air".
Couple ways to go with it:
Having a little fun with the Cubs.
Don't know yet.
Next, we all heard about Canada's Montreal Alouettes coach Marc Trestman getting the Bears head coaching job.
I got an alert at 4:20 am or something.
Later, I come back from a meeting and I've got to haul for lunch.
I go to Jimmy Johns in the building.
Not sharing opinion about the food, but they are really fast.
The girl behind the counter gives me change - a couple pennies and...A CANADIAN NICKEL.
I immediately take it as a sign and sort of shout, "YOU JUST GAVE ME A CANADIAN NICKEL!"
The girl thinks I'm complaining, but obviously my happy expression has confused her.
"I'm sorry?" She says and offers to take it back.
And I go, "Are you kidding? A Canadian nickel on the same day the Bears hire Marc Trestman? I'M KEEPING THIS FOREVER. THE BEARS ARE GOING TO THE BOWL!"
So yeah, pretty sure I confused the hell out of her.
Because I don't want to mess with it's magical qualities and steal it's little Superbowl-Winning Soul, I can't take a photo.
But here's a rubbing:
And it's in my wallet right now, where it'll stay.
Other nice things?
It's from the Loire Valley in France, supposedly the "oyster wine" or something.
It's delicious and not expensive and sort of exotic if you can find it.
Lastly, my son orders his college textbooks online from uh, I don't really know.
The textbook company?
Anyway, in the box is this:
That's a can of Red Bull in that wrapping, and just a brilliant little piece of marketing.
Sometimes that kind of an idea is intrusive.
But I was immediately jealous, I laughed out loud and more importantly for Red Bull, so did my son.