Chai-town notes from the road, 2012 edition

Hey! If you’re looking for the links to coverage of tonight’s games, they’re right here.

It’s a bird. It’s a bug. I hope it’s not a bug.

Dear Chicago: What the hell is in the tree outside our hotel room that sounds like a discordant fire alarm? Is it a bird? A bug? A lot of bugs? We have no idea. But it’s really weird. Giant locusts? Are we too far north for cicadas? Man, it’s creepy.

You know you’ve been to a lot of away games when you have conversations like this.

– Do you want to go to breakfast or do you want to go to the hotel first?
– Let’s go to the hotel; there’s breakfast right across from there.
– There is?
– Yeah, don’t you remember? Right across there street there’s a Denny’s.
– Oh yeah, there is. IN AUSTIN.
– Oh. Right.

In case you were wondering…

…who drives a neon blue Ford Mustang rental car: why yes, yes, that would be us. I actually think it’s the car they give you when they think you may have come to Chicago specifically to commit a crime of some sort. Ain’t too many of these babies out on the road. Also, oddly enough, Ford Mustangs were apparently not designed with short pregnant women in mind. That shit is low to the ground, is all I’m saying. It would have to be a pretty decent crime to make it worthwhile for me to get in and out of that car just for that.

Yay, this article. Boo, my standards.

This is a pretty good article, for a mainstream media article. Or, as I put it to Backseat Coach: “Hey, you should read this. There’s no part of it that made me want to bang my head against a wall.” I said that, and then I thought about how wicked sad it was that THAT’S where I’ve set the bar for mainstream media these days. But honestly, can you blame me?

P11 what-what!!

Gathering troops to hit Party City for any last-minute ridiculous gameday needs. Jen of the Force, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry in advance for the cowbells, friend. But a cheerleader’s gotta do what a cheerleader’s gotta do. Militia, go do what you do. I’ll be cheering.