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 wild man comes out.
Little known fact: The Chicago fire was started by Chad after he had two Old Style’s and a white wine spritzer. It was never mentioned in the history books because he also put the fire out with nothing but a garden house and a trained rhesus monkey named BonBon.
It’s no wonder he’s married, his gaze is sorta like a male Medusa. But instead of turning men to stone, he turns the ladies into jelly.
After this photo was taken John was overheard saying “Next to my wedding day, being that close to Chad was the most exciting thing in my life.”
Watching him get into this cab was like watching a swan swim into a sunset while a dolphin jumped over it. Did I mention the dolphin was on a Jetski?
Chad To live!