It’s pretty apparent, even to dopes like us that when you send a form e-mail in to a place like Fox Sports Chicago or WGN-TV that some intern reads them and filters out the ones that say things like:
“Dear Chip, I had a great time last night, how long before the throbbing goes away? Love, Tony.”
or
“Hey Chip, When you tell a story, here’s a novel idea. Have a point. It makes it so much better for the listener. Love, Neal.”
Regardless, I think it’s our duty to start barraging the e-mail addresses of the Cubs broadcasting crews with intelligent baseball analysis and tips for how they could make the telecasts even more enjoyable for us.
You remember how excited Rob Neyer was about our
Dear Rob,
You stink. Did you poop your pants?
barrage a couple years ago. He loved it!
Anyway, here’s where you can e-mail Chip and Steve when the game is on Fox Sports Net.
Here it is when the game is on WGN-TV.
Here’s the deal. Since you know your e-mails won’t actually get read on the air (unless you’re really clever and sneaky) we want to hear them. Here’s how to do it.
When you send one to Fox Sports Chicago, before you hit send, cut and paste the message and e-mail to us at
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Dear Chip,
Hearing you fill up dead air with thoughts that don’t ultimately end up anywhere is akin to when my Harry would come home late, drunk, and defecate in the bathtub. It’s nasty and I don’t want to be anywhere near the room when it happens.
Don’t take it personally, but you are a moronic tool with such minute imagination that the only thing you decided to do with your life was the EXACT same thing as your father did. Way to make a mark you brain-dead dolt. Since you express no innate passion or knowledge for baseball I find it embarassing and painful to even look at you.
I hate you. To this day I am convinced that my poor, slow, dim-witted stepson Skip was duped by your crack whore of a mom into thinking that he sired you, because there is no WAY that my late loving husband Harry is in any way genetically related to you, you yammering nitwit.
And another thing–call me grandma again and you’ll never see the inside of your "grandfather’s" restaurant again.
Dutchie Caray
–I did send this posing as Dutchie, but I used my real e-mail. Think he’ll read it onthe air?–
Did ya’ll see Chip’s wife when he sang "Take Me Out?" Damn, Dog, Girl be finer than room service, yo.
She’s a tranny.
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