Growing up in Chicago with five major professional sports teams, one would think there would be so many sports memories that it would be hard to remember them all. Not so.
Ask any real Chicagoan and you’ll know we’re a suffering bunch. It took the Blackhawks 40 years break their title drought, while the White Sox ended a spell started in 1959—only having to defeat the Astros in the most boring World Series in history.
And the Cubs? Well, I don’t have enough energy or medication to get into the Baby Bears' woes.
Speaking of the Bears, the team that brought you George Halas, Red Grange, Dick Butkus, Gayle Sayers and Walter Payton—the 1985 season was fantastic for memories, but since then it’s been as dry as the Mojave Desert. And don’t bring up the Super Bowl against the Colts. My fondest memory of that game was the halftime show by Prince.
Now the Bulls—thanks to somebody thinking Sam Bowie was a better pick in the No. 2 spot than Michael Jordan—gave us some memories.
Dear Portland Trail Blazers, we want to thank you so much. Words will never quite express our gratitude. We owe you one...or maybe two.
Winning six titles, with a small Jordan baseball intermission, gives the Bulls bragging rights in Chicago hands down. And in my 51 years on planet Earth, the Bulls won more championships than the Cubs, White Sox, Bears and Blackhawks combined.
Hell, throw in the Fire (MLS) and the Rush (AFL) and the Bulls still have the edge.
Anyway, you get the point. For such a great place, the Windy City has provided few real memorable moments for its fans. To me, it’s some of the quirky and the odd moments that are engraved in my soul.
Read on for my top five favorites.