I’ve been saying it the last ten weeks. This mild winter is going to bite us on the ass come March. The Weather people are predicting a possible shitshow on Friday for Chicagoland. March snow is heart attack snow so shovel carefully.
In other news…. The Lightfoot era is over. So ends probably the worst tenure for a Chicago Mayor in our city’s one hundred and eighty six year history.
While the weather people are reporting their doomsday forecast, their counterparts in the newsroom are licking their chops. Black guy versus White guy, perfect for the media to continue our divide.
Brandon Johnson is a progressive backed by the teachers union. Paul Vallas is the old school hardliner backed by the police union. This is the storm that will cause more damage than the one predicted for Friday.
Either way…. Wear your galoshes! Snow or Shit, it will be deep!
….And it always comes in threefold.
The last bit of sour news in the neighborhood is the Patrick Kane trade. A fixture for the Chicago Blackhawks is now a New York Ranger. Sixteen years of greatness and three Stanley Cups. A great era for hockey fans who love their four feathers.
Number eighty eight will always be recognized by Chicago fans. Kaner joins Sweetness, Butkus, Stosh, TonyO, the Kansas Comet and Buehrle. You see that number and you think of greatness.
So as the third month of the year starts, so does plenty of change and outrageous predictions.
I predict what snow we receive will be melted before we hear the sound of bagpipes. I predict either way, who ever the next mayor will be… Chicago will still have high crime and low math scores.
….and finally sports fans, be prepared for decades of rebuilding on the ice at 1900 West on Madison Street.
….That’s the Chicago way.
