Bulls. Now go get some stars

RIP, 2014

  • Bulls players Kirk Hinrich (from left), D.J. Augustin and Jimmy Butler react as Tuesday's game winds down.
Bulls players Kirk Hinrich (from left), D.J. Augustin and Jimmy Butler… (Chris Sweda / Chicago Tribune )
April 30, 2014|By Bag Boy | For RedEye

Boy, I would love to write a nice, poetic obituary for the Bulls. You know, it would talk about how much effort they gave, how much they hustled, how they shared the ball, how they lost their major stars and went on and had a great season and postseason.

That, my friends, is the difference between Hollywood and Chicago.

In Hollywood, the Bulls go on and have a deep run in the playoffs, maybe win the title through the magic of Tom Thibodeau's coaching.

No. in Chicago, we live in the real world. Cold realities included.

And it's cold here. It's cold when we don't have any stars. It's cold without Derrick Rose and maybe one, two other real difference-makers to take the next step.

It's cold when you've just been spanked by the Wizards, and the Wizards are a 5-seed.

Joakim Noah, the dude known as Nene just owned you. The Defensive Player of the Year? Really? He just took you apart.

However far away we are, it seems like years.

And I'll never forgive you, Bulls. You sucked me in! You had me believing!

Well, no more. We need stars. No more Kirk Hinrich or Mike Dunleavy or Jimmer Fredette or anyone else who isn't a stud. Seriously. Good hearts only go so far.

Look at the Blackhawks. They appear to have a lethal combination of heart and talent. And youth. And speed. And excitement. And anything else that goes into a dynasty.

Oops. Can't talk like that. Too early. Except no one can stop them. Enjoy the rest, Chicago. We're in it for another long haul.

Oh, there is someone else with heart and talent you should know about. Please, if you haven't seen him, turn on the White Sox and watch Jose Abreu.

Don't actually go to the games! Too cold for that.

When I look at him, Albert Pujols comes to mind. Awesome power, disciplined at the plate, makes adjustments. It's like he's Frank Thomas or something.

Yes, he's the real deal. A 26-year-old rookie.

And he's all ours.

Bag Boy is a RedEye special contributor.

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