Who knows what goes through the minds of the 28 Baseball Writers' Association of America members who vote for the two Manager of the Year awards.
The Cubs are back in town, folks. After eight days gone, they're performing at the funhouse known as Wrigley Field for 13 home games in the next 16 days.
First of all, remember NFL preseason games are little more than glorified practices.
There are a number of reasons I didn't go to Beijing for the 2008 Summer Olympics. And it was close.
They don't walk to the plate. They rumble up like lumberjacks, like railroad spike drivers. (Except for skinny Alexei Ramirez, whose power must come from voodoo dust.)
I'm not sure whether to file this one under college wrestling, nudity, extreme NCAA ethics enforcement, gay pornography, changing times, college high jinks or sheer, dumb-ass -- with the emphasis on ass -- stupidity.
Rick Telander: Before Tuesday's game, there were lots of dugout questions for Ozzie Guillen about bad blood between the Royals and White Sox. They sprang mainly from the Aug. 3 plunk-fest in which Royals catcher Miguel Olivo charged the mound after Sox pitcher D.J. Carrasco nailed him, and pitches were flying all around, and Ozzie and a couple of the Royals and their manager, Trey Hillman, were tossed and suspended.
When I write about global warming or the environment, I usually get a bunch of e-mail and letters calling me a pinko, nut case, tree-hugger.
At last, Tribune leverage king Sam Zell is starting to whittle down the gang of would-be Cubs purchasers.
Matt who? The TV announcers seemed flummoxed at the recent U.S. Olympic Swimming Trials in Lincoln, Neb., as the men's 100-meter backstrokers splashed toward the wall.
