romromberts
Rom Romberts
romromberts

Wtf Chicago

I already did 4 years @ IIT.

I’m concerned about his knife work at 1:09

But growing your own avocado is some next level stuff

We are not amused.

This is more like it. I had to go four whole days without a post about the White Sox while you blathered on and on about badly officiated basketball games involving unpaid teenage labor.

After the Fall of our Chicken Lord, there was only the Word of Rom. And as he had been held close to the tender and succulent breast of the One True Fowl, we too embraced Rom Romberts and the delicious nuggets of breaded truth that he offered us in our time of despair.

As a White Sox fan, the attention makes me feel good. In fact, it fits in pretty perfectly with my feelings about the White Sox. If anything, it is a year or two late. I haven’t been this enthusiastic about them in years, but now that they have picked a lane, I have hope. Of course, most of my interest is in

I know these are just going to come every single day, just like the Cardinals posts last season. But you know what? You can’t hurt me, I’m already dead inside.

I always assumed Steve Bannon‘s origin story involved a bottle of Dewars and a tube of hemorrhoid cream exposed to Gamma radiation.

Euro-transfers are like Christmas gifts. You hear about them in the lead-up to their first game in the NBA and you think, “Is it a PS4? I think it is!” And then they play and you end up with socks and underwear under the tree.

Nah more like, with the 15th pick of the draft, the Chicago Bulls select Senior McCantshoot from winning college program or college in Iowa/New Mexico.

Nah, I see the Bulls picking “Stretch” 4 Who Can’t Actually Shoot From Outside in the first round.

Game 7 of the Finals: Down late, Draymond Green comes up with a spectacular offensive rebound, and dishes it to a wide open Steph Curry. Rather than hurrying over to the three-point line to defend Curry, LeBron calmly takes a deep deep breath. James serenely stands still, almost daring Steph to take the

Nobody is ‘confusing’ you. You’re already confused. You’ve adopted the low bar of punditry, the idea that what matters in politics is the theater and the game, but not the policies or their effects. As the old saying goes, there is no one more dangerous in politics than the articulate idiot. Except, evidently, the