In which your editor pontificates on why not to get upset over the endless, cold assault happening to our favorite team during their big trip to Boston. Hint: It rhymes with “always been fliserable.” Bonus Hint: It also rhymes with “not that schmood.” [Mouthpiece Sports]
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"I pitched one game in an hour and 32 minutes. The next day, a man in a suit walks into the locker room—he was the head of the concession stands. He says, 'Bill, great game yesterday. But I talked to a few of the fellows. Could you do it a little slower next time?'"
- Billy Pierce, Chicago Reader, September 3, 2009
