My potential schedule as a mentally destroyed and exhausted Chicago sports fan next week Sunday - pray no Cubs get hurt, gamble on an unhealthy amount of NFL games Monday - watch Bears at Eagles with Case Keenum or Tyson Bagent at QB, talk myself into the Cubs winning Wild Card series Tuesday - (scenario 1) wake up pissed off from Bears loss going into Cubs/Padres G1 of WCS. (scenario 2) believe anything is possible for the Cubs because the Bears beat the Eagles without 18 Wednesday (scenario 1) - wake up happy because Cubs steal G1. (scenario 2) - lots of anxiety after waking up from Cubs loss until G2. No new updates on Caleb Williams Thursday (scenario 1) - wake up mentally drained and beyond sad the Cubs season is over and begin to cope with the fact they wasted PCA’s MVP season, start to talk myself into a Bears win because I’m a sucker for pain and hope. (scenario 2) talk myself into beating Milwaukee in DS because the Cubs swept the Padres OR lots of anxiety going into G3, probably going to need Taco Bell either way Friday (scenario 1) ready to run through brick wall because my baseball team survived and advanced, Bears are mentally back in my delusional brain. (scenario 2) Cubs season is over and I begin to cope with the fact they wasted PCA’s MVP season, gamble on college football teams I’ve never watched, watch 2025 Bears highlights to talk myself into a win Sunday Saturday (scenario 1) - bet on too many college football games because I am sad but the Bears are back at least in my delusional brain, hate watch Padres/Brewers. (scenario 2) riding high going into Cubs/Brewers and nothing else matters

Always great to meet you all on my morning walk!

Caleb Williams is being classified as week-to-week and expected to "miss some time" with his right hamstring injury, according to Ben Johnson. espn.com/nfl/story/_/id/4999…

The 450SL doesn’t get the love it deserves.

We have added the following Editors' Note to our recent coverage of the Israeli government's reaction to the NAZA documentary: "Because of an editing error, an earlier version of this article included a statement that was intended to convey Israelis’ perception of the government’s military response to the Oct. 7 terror attack in relation to the attacks, but inadvertently suggested that Israelis’ experience as terror victims was a matter of perception. It has been removed from the article." nytimes.com/2026/09/14/world…

Sitting at a restaurant (outside on the patio), next to a couple on a date. The woman gets up to use the restroom. And the man. Instead of picking up his phone to fill the silence or the void or that awkward pang you feel when you’re alone … just sits there. He watches the cars pass. He stares ahead. He takes a sip of water. He’s comfortable in his aloneness and in the silence. Gorgeous. A lost art.

I need to make a very PUBLIC announcement on behalf of younger GenXers and older Millennials. If you see someone in their 40s or 50s who seems a little boring now, I need you to understand something... We already got it in. Like...GOT. IT. IN. We are not sitting home on a Friday night because we never knew how to have fun. We are sitting home on a Friday night because we have seen enough. We went to parties in houses that should have been condemned and were almost certainly owned by the local drug dealer. We saw police lights and RAN and not across a nice, flat field. INTO THE WOODS. Do you understand the athleticism required to hurdle uprooted tree roots in platform shoes while simultaneously trying to keep your low-rise jeans from sliding completely off your ass? And somehow...we never spilled the Zima. We never spilled the Boone’s Farm. That was TALENT. We slept on floors in strange houses because the designated driver either never showed up or, in a shocking turn of events, was drunker than everybody else. There was no Uber, Life360 or Find My Friends. There was just somebody named Mike saying, “I know a shortcut.” And we FOLLOWED MIKE. We closed down bars and then decided the night was still young, so we drove to Atlantic City, where we somehow managed to get drunk, sober up, get drunk again, sober up again and then get drunk a THIRD TIME before breakfast. And according to our parents? We were at Michelle’s house. Eating pizza and watching movies. Michelle’s mother unknowingly covered for approximately 17 people every weekend. If there even was a Michelle. We drank things called Purple Passion, Mad Dog 20/20 and whatever somebody mixed inside a giant plastic garbage can. Nobody asked what was in it. You grabbed a red Solo cup and trusted the process. We went to clubs until the lights came on. Do you know the psychological damage of seeing a nightclub with the LIGHTS ON? Nothing good happens after those lights come on. We danced for four straight hours in shoes that permanently altered the structure of our feet. We made entire plans without cell phones...no texts, dropped pins or group chats...just an extremely questionable sense of direction. We rode in cars with 11 people when the vehicle legally seated five. Someone was always sitting on someone. Someone was always in the hatchback. And there was always one friend yelling, “DUCK!” when we passed a cop. So yes...now we like being home. We like sweatpants. We like cancelling plans. We like saying, “That sounds fun!” with absolutely no intention of attending. We like restaurants at 5:30 because we can get a good table. We like being home by 8:17. And if someone texts at 9:30 PM and says, “What are you doing?” Sleeping...we are sleeping. Because this is not boring my friends...this is retirement. We already played, partied and danced on the bar. We already ran from the cops through a wooded area dressed like a Spice Girl. We have stories that cannot be posted because there are still people with careers, marriages and reputations to protect. And thank GOD there were no camera phones. So kids, when you look at your Gen X and older Millennial parents sitting peacefully on the couch watching Dateline at 8 PM and think: “God, you guys are boring.” Sweetheart...oh sweetheart. You are looking at retired legends. Put some respect on our names. We're probably the reason Life360 was invented. xoxoxo (posted from someone else on FakeBook) 🤣 #genx #oldandtired

What's a movie you watched completely blind that absolutely blew you away? You weren't privy to a bunch of plot points, trailers, or reviews. Just like a rando friggin' watch. What's the first one that comes to mind?

An exquisite piece of journalism by @TomJunod. I reread it every year. esquire.com/news-politics/a4…

Is it just me or anyone else noticed social and spatial awareness completely vanishing? People freezing in doorways, hogging the entire sidewalk, planted in front of exits, blocking whole aisles, stopping at the top of escalators… Get out of the way. Other people exist here too.

One of the clearest signs of HIGH INTELLIGENCE is having no desire to be seen, admired, or understood by people, at peace with being misunderstood, and incredibly skilled at the art of letting go.

Ngl I like unusual people. The black sheep, the odd ducks, the eccentrics, the artists, the loners. People who actually think for themselves, the kind whose values are not swayed by groupthink. These people have beautiful souls.

The secret to being a private person is to overshare dumb shit so that people think you’re an open book but then not tell them any of the important details of your life