A’ight stop what you’re doin’ because I’m about to ruin the image and the writing that you are used to. I write funny and I ain’t making money see but yo, Chi, I hope you’re ready for me. Now gather ‘round because I’m the new kid in town and my style’s laid down by the underground (Southside!). Lemme buy that bottle of Henn that’s sitting up on ya’ shelf (take a sip), and just let me introduce myself …
Welcome to Summer Chi. Yes it is definitely a thing. Especially — especially! — when it comes to sports. But too few view it that way. We get caught up in the weather breaking, beaches opening, construction starting, schools closing, festivals jumping off, potholes finally getting filled. We see the official beginning of summer — particularly those years when by the time the official day of summer begins both the Cubs and White Sox are already out of postseason contention — as our escape from the 24/7/274 sports think-tank the city is come Bears/Bulls/Hawks/Loyola/DePaul/(sorry Northwestern, y’all not there yet)/Notre Dame/Illini/Mt.Carmel/Simeon/Marshall/Montini season. When all of the cold-weather sports that over centuries have come to define this city’s marriage to sports are in full game mode.
