After much deliberation, I’ve concluded that there will be no Chicago Recap. For one very simple reason: the race was just that spectacularly awesome. That remarkably entertaining. In every possible aspect. Thereby making my job here borderline impossible.
Archive for September, 2008
It was 1998. Game 4 of the Eastern Conference Finals. It wasn’t my first run-in with the delicate intricacies of the “no call” … but it was certainly the most profound.