Out of sight, out of mind.
Let's get you updated on the latest in the NBA talks.
Nothing. There, you're updated. Sorry, but the message remains: Nobody misses you.
I miss the Bulls, because they're not really like the NBA. They play good team ball, and it's fun watching Derrick Rose run around and pass the ball, and they play hard.
But I don't miss the rest of the league. The overpriced players, the Miami Heat, the trash talking, the over-hyped, underperforming stars who never earn their money or their reputations. Also, the Miami Heat. Don't miss 'em.
And that's all I have to say. Except this. They're complete idiots. In a time in this country when smart, talented, intelligent people are struggling to make ends meet, faced with actual problems—not the fake ones in sports—they're actually thinking of canceling the season.
Do me a favor and do it. As Forrest Gump said, "That's good. One less thing."
It'll free my mind to focus on more important things, like "30 Rock" reruns (it's on more than "Seinfeld"!).
Do it. And don't come back.
Anyway, as the White Sox made drama (the wrong kind) this fall, as did the Cubs, we never said a proper goodbye to one of my all-time favorites. The anti-modern athlete. His name is Mark Buerhle and yes, he's looking at the Marlins!
Kenny Williams, you're an ass. For many reasons, but mainly for not re-signing this guy, you've got me stumped. He's only been one of the most consistent pitchers in the game during the past decade. He's thrown perfect games, plain old no-nos and been as durable as anyone.
And because he's not a power pitcher. I don't see any wear and tear. Looks like another 10 years to me. So someone explain to me why it's adios!
Oh yeah, just because. Good luck finding another, Kenny. You won't.
And Detroit won't. Win that is. The Bears are creeping back up, and so is my blood pressure.
Another win or two and its time to talk playoffs. Good, because it's getting cold.
Bag Boy is a RedEye special contributor.