My buddy Blats took the crew to last night’s Bulls loss to the Pacers. It was my first game of the year and I wore my “Crazy Eyes” T-shirt to show support for the injured Bobby Portis.   Blats, the Whammer & Liftoff were already seated at Goose Island Bar inside United Center, so I picked through what was left of this bbq meat chips appetizer.  I was hungry and even the scraps were darn good.

IMG_6483I grabbed a Bud Light upon entering UC, so I traveled outside the brewery to keep that domestic train rolling.  I also grabbed a fantastic Maxwell Street Polish topped with grilled onions & yellow mustard.  Setting a base.

Great game, tough loss. Unlike every other night so far, Zach LaVine didn’t have his best game. He still topped 20 points, though. Zorro could do that in his sleep. Antonio Blakeney was all things to all Bulls fans. He scorched his way to 22 points, topped off with a 4-point play of all fucking things to tie the game with half a minute left. He almost hit a crazy three to win it, too. He got fouled on that, too, I’m pretty sure. But only James Harden gets that call.

Wendell Carter Jr. was the man, again. 19 years old and a mature NBA player. Kid is the truth. Timely blocks, battling for offensive and defensive rebounds, patience on offense, monster dunks and setting up teammates to the tune of 6 assists. When Lauri returns, I can envision a symphony of passing and scoring as The Finnisher and Tha Carter dominate the paint and float outside for daggers. Add an improving Chandler Hutchison, a healthy Kris Dunn and Zorro – you’ve got yourself a starting five. The Paxson prophecy was real! They got it done in the draft. These two are part of the rising. Let’s get healthy next month and get everybody in the flow. Let’s beat the Rockets tonight. Harden’s supposed to play. Every time I watch Chris Paul play I remember how badly D Rose used to destroy him when the Bulls played the Clippers. Like, for real, destroy. Check the tapes. Go Bulls.