To my Chicago Family:
Wish I was there with you guys waking up at a god awful early hour to have some burned bacon, runny eggs, and cheap beer. Sure, there is a celebration in Philly, but nobody does this day like Chicago. Ted, Bernie, Will, Sammy, Tommy, Scott, Jimbo, The Nunnery, and everyone else miss you guys. Please play Akon’s Angel a minimum of 8 times.