Goddammit. I googled after reading your comment. This morning, I saw that the plane crash happened in MD at my terminal and said out loud to my colleagues, "small plane; only fits 6 people." Obviously, I didn't think much of it (you hear about small planes crashing every few weeks). I don't have children, but I can't…

And over the last year, I've indulged every single person with a big smile. The guy who wants to know what it costs gets to sit inside. The guy who asks if I want to trade gets to see the engine up close. Kids get rides, parent permitting. And if anyone wants to take a picture with it, I grab their camera and invite…

You think I'm kidding!

Yes, does it have to be restaurants? Because my old General Manager at a now-defunct car lot literally did coke on his desk. Literally. Lines. On. His. Desk.

Is your office closing early? I suggest harnessing that... energy... BEFORE you get home! Have him grab a drink near your office. Work a little late and see if you can gauge whether or not any brown-nosing busy bodies are gonna stay past the office closing. Hopefully they will leave at a reasonable hour and you…

Don't dance; go shag that man... con mucho gusto! It's all about the positive reinforcement! Every time I see my lady friend wearing one of my teams' t-shirts, I nibble on her neck a little bit!

There's also a school of thought that says that if you have strong leadership, you sit your QB, who isn't yet old enough to rent a car on his own, you don't just give him carte blanche to be QB and offensive coordinator and his own position coach. If those reports are true, someone should've sat him down and said…

So, I honestly think the Jets are the team most likely to go after him. I also think it'd be a terrible, terrible marriage for everyone. Which means it'll probably happen.

I was actually trying to figure out how to say that to someone else who responded to me. It works for her, and I don't want to ruin that. But it can very easily lead to scenario of feeling forced to live for others. And my mind, as I imagine yours, immediately rebels against that concept. Because even if those people…

My life is mine, so long as I do not hurt or harm others. It took me decades to figure out that the people I was trying to please had no such interest, and were happier the less happy I was. I'm sorry - my experience is different than yours.

I'm at the opposite end of that. I'm the brother with schizophrenia. And it's pretty much a daily routine for me to think about that escape route. I cope with it by making it an albeit somewhat macabre comeback in my head; "Don't have enough change for the parking meter? Well, I could just kill myself...". It helps me…

Uh, yeah. Most large corporations do. Dude, Coca-Cola has effing *assassinated* its own employees abroad for attempting to unionize, let's not be shocked by this.

Tell me more about Notre Dame and what it was like when you played, Mike.

That's more like it. Also, given Reinsdorf's penchant for loyalty to players, trading might not be in the picture. Granted his agent (B.J. Armstrong) and brother have been pains in the ass, but if Reinsdorf likes him and he wants to stay, he'll be around for a while.

Sigh? That's it? You're not a real Chicagoan.

You clean up that language right now.

Additionally, Mike Ditka does not give a fuck up poor people, women, minorities, and non-heteronormative people either

Mr. FARP, what you've just written is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever read. At no point in your rambling, incoherent post were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone on this site is now dumber for having read it. I award you no points, and may God have…

By now, I'm beginning to think that the Redskins are a close representation of a real football team. "Real" in kind of like a "Real Housewives" sort of way....

You guys should go to the golf course in Chicago where he plays. He is famous for going through the group in front of him by simply hitting the ball over their heads and driving past. No asking. No yelling fore! Not to mention that his sons make him look like Mr. Rogers.