For Superbowl 2011

I admit I'm not a big sports fan; I think a lot of pro sports is an unmitigated "yawn" and I'm personally offended (very offended) when I read about the salaries pro athletes earn. Before you give me how they have a limited number of years to play in their careers or how their injuries can be monstrous let me remind you that millions of Americans go to jobs every day facing the very same possibilities -- some for nearly minimal wage and with no public adulation. If you don't know who these people are -- contact me; I've give you a list of occupations that are horribly dangerous and grossly underpaid.

OK, that said, I need to admit that sometimes I enjoy watching football but I wish it was safer. It bothers me that I can enjoy watching a sport that is so inherently dangerous. I also wish it was not corrupted by crass corporate greed. 

Football is one of those deeply conflicted aspects of my personality that I struggle with; truly, it gives me pause for concern. Maybe it's much like my problem with meat.

I'm an animal lover, an animal rights person, and have worked in animal rescue. I believe animals have rights, should be treated humanely, need to be preserved and protected. Yes, I believe animals are sentient beings. I think they have souls -- or anyway, they're not as soulless as a lot of humans I know.

I want to be a vegetarian; I believe being a vegetarian is the right moral path for me and I admit that when I eat less meat -- or even go vegetarian for any period of time (as I've done in the past) -- that I'm healthier and feel better.

But I keep falling off the veggie wagon. I can pass on chicken and even walk away from turkey (and I especially love turkey); I can figure out how to make chili and great Italian red gravy without meat and, if I had to, I could go the rest of my life without a hamburger. But wave a piece of bacon at me or let me smell a steak cooking on the grill and I have no control over myself; all of my resolve melts in the face of a BLT or a charcoal grill.

It's the same with the Super Bowl; that's the fat grilled steak on my plate, the rasher of bacon on the side...

I always look for justifications for these lapses and sometimes find them; I try to support local organic and humane farmers and will go out of my way to buy their meat. OK, that's pretty lame, but I'm trying.

I've done far better with football because it requires much less sacrifice; for the most part I can take it or leave it -- with two exceptions: when the Bears play Green Bay and when either of them go to Super Bowl.

This year it's been a win:win for me because at least one of the two teams has made it to Super Bowl XLV but I still feel somewhat conflicted... the game is too risky and the sport is far too commercialized.

I was researching some history about the Super Bowl and came across a very interesting article about sports and politics and it reminded me of something I'd forgotten; ie., that the Packers are the only not-for-profit team in the NFL.

Damn; I like that; I like that very much -- it appeals to so many of the other values I hold dear. The risk remains but the ownership structure resonates with me.

Let me provide you with an excerpt from this article (an interview with Dave Zirin):

"I'm asked a lot if there are any good owners (in football) and I always say the best owners are the 112,000 owners of the Green Bay Packers. With the Packers, you have an ownership structure the NFL does its damnest to obscure and keep secret that the Packers are a not for profit team.

It's something that dates back to 1923 and in 1960, [the NFL] wrote in the bylaws that no other team could follow suit and be like the Packers. Yet, here the Packers are and they have no owner that's threatening to move the team elsewhere, unlike San Diego and Minnesota. The Packers owners are not threatening if they don't get a new stadium they're going to move somewhere else. Even beer at Lambeau Field costs half as much as it does in other stadiums.

It's a team that's really bonded the community and it's a very interesting and frightening example that we don't need owners to have pro sports. If anything, it's such poetic justice to see the Packers in the Super Bowl because this whole season has been scarred by the owners constantly threatening to lock out the players of next season unless they get a biggest piece of the profits."

The article is excellent and addresses other issues as well and I'm providing the link at the bottom of the post.

Anyway, I knew I was going to be rooting for the Pack today after the Bears lost their Super Bowl chance. I love the state of Wisconsin and was once a Cheesehead myself so when the Bears are out of the picture my loyalty shifts easily a bit further north. I suspect most Chicagoans do the same.

Now, however, my feelings are even warmer & fuzzier as I look forward to the game later today. I really, really like it that I'm rooting for a team as historically unique as the Pack.

And I've decided that the food spread I'm laying out for our Super Bowl party today will be vegetarian... it will still be delicious and a lot of folks won't even know they're not eating meat because I've made tasty alternatives.

Of course, the table is also loaded with a lot of cheese... lots and lots of cheese!

Here's the full article: "All Sports is Political" @ http://www.huffingtonpost.com/christian-avard/all-sports-is-political-t_b_819045.html

How to speak like a Chicagoan

Whenever I've traveled around the country people seem to be able to spot me for a Chicagoan; they say they recognize my accent.

Dude? Chicagoans don't have accents. We're from the Midwest where American English is spoken so well and so clearly that it is the preferred form of public speaking by newcasters and other people in the media.  Why? Because it doesn't come with any heavily nuanced accent and it is therefore the most easily understood speech pattern in the United States.

All you other guys are the ones with the accents.

Unless, of course, you're from the southside of Chicago... then I don't know what the hell happened to you and why you insist on speaking as you do. It's a mystery to me and probably everyone born north of Madison Street too. It's not that you guys have an accent exactly, it's just that you're weird.

So, for all you folks from somewhere else, let me explain more fully and give some examples:

Northsiders usually sound like Bill Kurtis or Oprah, with the possible exception that if they say "oy vey" a lot or know the meaning of "mishugannah" then they're probably from Rogers Park. (See, there's an exception for every rule.) But since Rogers Park is on the northside, they're still very much northsiders. Make sense?

But if you need to recognize a southsider (and I have no idea why there'd ever be such a need), then he or she will usually sound like Hizzoner, Da Mayor (now this may change quickly because the current Mayor Daley ("The Inheritor") is retiring; he speaks this way in homage to his late father, the original Mayor Daley; everyone knows that he actually sounds just like Bill Kurtis when no one is listening but I use him as a frame of reference, OK?)

Before we go any further, I should stipulate for the record that I'm only talking about white people here, so bear that in mind (again, another exception to the rule). Black linguistics vary widely and from personal observation I tend to think that Black northsiders still sound like the rest of us yet for some strange reason that completely eludes me, Black southsiders sound like they all come from Gary. But that's a topic I best leave to the cultural anthropologists and not the casual linguist such as I.

OK, so let's just get to the real divisions between white Chicagoans. Here are some examples:

1. You: This word is consistently pronounced "U" (as in "hey, U") on the northside of Chicago. When it's singular, it is "U" and when it means "all of you, the rest of you..." well, it is still singular.

On the southside of Chicago, however, it takes on a plural "s" when it is singular (as in "yous") and when it is really meant to be inclusive of more than one person it is "yous guys."  There are no exceptions. It has nothing to do with ethnicity, class, breeding, socioeconomic status or many years in a penitentiary; I've heard Catholic nuns from St. Diverticulosis of the Southside Martyrs say "hey! yous guys! knock if off back there!" St. Di's is a very famous southside Chicago parish; it has produced a number of Chicago's most infamous ward aldermen. (I swear, this is true.)

2. Them and Those. The use of "them" and "those" on the southside, contrary to old gangster movies, really isn't pronounced "dem" and "doze." I've only heard one Chicagoan speak like this... OK, maybe two. The original Mayor Daley and an alderman named Kneecaps Boombozzoli (maybe he was the head of Streets and Sanitation, I forget). No one ever knew why those men spoke like that but legend has it that both men, when they were boys, repeatedly got knocked in the chops by nuns at St. Di's and were left with a speech impediment. Who knows? (Hmmm... on second thought, maybe that's why the current Mayor Daley speaks like he does. I suppose it's possible he had the same nuns at St. Di's. Hell, everyone knows nuns live forever so it's certainly possible.)

And before I go even further, I want to make it perfectly clear that no native Chicagoan, even a southsider, will ever say "Da Bears!" People who say "Da Bears" are transplants from Yooperland. You can spot them easily because they wear boots all year 'round called "swampers" and say a number of strange things that always begin with "Ya! Hey 'der!" To a man, they are Packer fans. When we find them in Chicago we think they're lost and turn them around and point them back toward Green Bay. Chicagoan's are very friendly like that.

There is another exception, though, and we need to address it: Mike Ditka. Ditka's one of the Bears' more legendary coaches and is well known for saying "Da Bears." Saturday Night Live picked it up and immortalized it. But Ditka wasn't born in Chicago; he was born in Carnegie, Pennyslvania. Maybe he grew up in Yooperland. Who knows?  But anyway, you get my point.

Back to "them" and "those." A southsider will consistently reverse how "them" and "those" should be used. As an example, a northsider will say "those guys over there..." and a southsider will say "them guys over there..."

You can correct a southsider until the cows come home and after you say 2,000 times "no, it's not 'them' guys over there, it's 'those' guys over there" he or she will look at you and say, "yeah, that's what I said, I said it was them guys..."

They may say a few other things to you too so be careful.

3. Say vs. sez: Northsiders will pronounce the word "say" as (no surprise here) "say," just as you would imagine. They don't say it very often either.

A southsider will pepper his speech liberally with the peculiar variation "sez" which is the same kind of plural for say that yous is for you... get it? Only it is not pronounced "says" it is pronouced "sez" and used like this:
"So, I sez to him, I sez which of them guys went with yous and so he sez back that them guys..."

Get it? 

4. But the word I find most curious is the word "asphalt."

Northsiders say "as-fault" but a southsider will insist on inserting an "h" into the first syllable.  Southsiders invariably pronounce asphalt "ash-fault." I've never heard otherwise. Why they do that I don't know. They don't ever say they're "going to kick your ash" so go figure.

The one thing that all Chicagoans agree on though is how to properly pronounce "Chicago" and so I'm sharing that with you as well.

The correct pronunciation of this great city on the lake is "Sh-kaw-go."

On that we all agree!