It was brought to my attention here (scroll to comments) that last time we were in town I didn’t do enough blogging about Aaron’s long-time friend Chad Belfor. Actually I’m surprised there wasn’t more comments on this subject. The people need to know what is going on with Chad at all times. The man is the heartbeat of the city, if Chicago is a heart, he is the Aorta. You put your finger on him to see if the city is still alive. For those of you who don’t know him let me fill you in on the enigma, wrapped in a puzzle, that is Chad Belfor: The first thing you might notice is that Chad is a deep well of emotion, look at him: But Chad is much more complex than that. Chad is a man who wears many hats. Husband, PGA card holder, father, former NASCAR driver, musician, gold medal Olympic athlete… Some of these things could be used to describe him. It’s no wonder that confidence just oozes from his pores: You got to be careful though because after he knocks back a couple tall cold ones the wil
Hey Coyle, put on the Budwesier sweater, crawl outta beneath that rock and post something. Like for example, what did you eat for breakfast this morning, or are you glad to have shared your cold with me?
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Wow so the DJ thought that Crazy Train (Ozzy) was Black Sabbath? How could she mistake Rhodes for Iommi? That said, I doubt she caught that Pablo Picasso (never got called an a$$hole) comment that was made. (Reference from the Modern Lovers song.) I loved the Fleetwood Mac laundry comment, heh.
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