Back about a decade ago when I was on the White Sox beat, my gig wasn’t with a stolid and starchy, long-time outlet like the Trib or Sun-Times, or even a strictly-formatted group like ESPN — when it still had a White Sox beat. No, with Comcast, one of the positives was the freedom to do whatever I wanted. Mind you, it was a lot of whatever I wanted, so no cakewalk. But there was creative freedom. Sure, they didn’t run my Fargo pastiche gamer, but still.
One of the devices I created, mostly in the offseason, was the BBQ, meant quite literally as a Q&A with myself about the team (get it?