Channel surfing last night I stumbled upon the Wolves game. They were playing the Iowa Chops. Yeah, the Iowa Chops... they're the guys with the angry pig on their jerseys.

I heart the Chicago Wolves. It's real Americana to go to a Wolves game. There are no prima ballerina athletes, no $100+ tickets, no luxury boxes, etc. And jeez, the kids seem uniformly ugly. They are either too fat or too thin, ya know.

Ty and I were at the title game last year. I think I blogged about it. Let me check. Yeah, here it is: www.williamt.com/blog/2008/06/krog.htm

A couple years ago at the Wolves game, I'm in line at the concession stand. The guy in front of me asks for a straw. The large "lady" behind me chimed in, "A straw? What are you a pussy or something?" The guy glares back at her, and she says, "Hey... I'm just fucking with you, buddy."

Anyway, it was intermission between periods and the Wolves were doing their "Hungry Hungry Hump Day" promotion: www.chicagowolves.com/pagebank/index.html?id=9601. The "winner" downed like 22 ribs in 4 minutes. It was disgusting and, of course, as magnetic as a car wreck.
noonan... yow, bill

PS - These St. Patty's day jerseys are fun.

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