Every form of transportation into the city was packed this morning (I couldn't even get on my regular Metra train because it was full of beer-drinking Blackhawks fans at 8:15 a.m.), and I imagine after all that fun it'll be even wilder trying to get home tonight.
(To my friends who were rooting for the other side, this was a close and wonderful series. While I know it's cold comfort, it was all the more exciting because it was close.)
I just love Takeisha Harris, who stirred up a shitstorm and now blames everyone but herself:
To Takeisha Harris, nothing that occurred Memorial Day morning — whether it was an argument that led to threats against her life or a security guard's claim of defense for a co-worker — justified the shooting death of her fiance, Quintin Sharp.
Harris, who is pregnant with the couple's fourth child, said she was justified in calling Chicago police Monday after Sharp made a threat that sent her running barefoot from her Woodlawn apartment. But she was just as certain that a security guard's version of events — which explained how her boyfriend of six years was shot while fleeing her apartment — didn't jibe with what she witnessed from a police car.
What do you want to bet there's at least one lawsuit brewing here? _____
Tarzhay will be stocking Amazon's Kindle, it seems. That's a brilliant move, as a lot of people who've never had any interest in owning one have changed their minds after holding and playing with mine. _____
So what kind of a Hawks fan am I? A unique one, according to this. Why? Because I'm still debating whether I want a jersey that says "Bolland" or "Byfuglien" or "Versteeg" or "Campbell" or "Keith" or "Niemi." I think I need the whole set...
