So the parade and rally featured Mayor Daley predictably mispronouncing names, Kris Versteeg bustin’ ill flowz, Duncan Keith looking like Lemmy Kilmister of Motörhead, Dustin Byfuglien giving away wrestling belts, plenty of bad cabbie jokes….and about two million people. The sweaty, drunk, delirious masses gathered down in the loop today to be presented the greatest trophy in sports, courtesy of your Men of Four Feathers. I never thought I’d see the day, but I’m fucking glad I now have.
And I spoke too soon in the previous post, I was able to get down to the parade, as Sam, my sister, and The Professor staked out a spot in a parking garage on Washington. Here’s the footage. Apologies for turning the camera away from the Cup as I was banging on the plexiglass. Note Sopel with the can of cheap beer. Busch Light? Bud Light? Miller Light? Keystone Light? You can take the boy out of Canada…..
Anyway, Sam and Kills are at the Bottom Lounge now, and I’ll be there as soon as I get out of work, and you should too.