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Chris De Salvo was born in a cardboard box. While growing up he learned to speak English by watching television and playing cards with his mom. His father taught him to never back down from a fight, and his little brother has gone on record saying, "My life would be far less complete without that crazy Bastard." Though Michael (Chris' brother) used the word "bastard" to describe his brother, rest assured each young man shares the same father. Steve is from Humboldt Park, and rarely laughs. He's funny as shit, and actually laughs quite a bit. Chris' mother owns every room she enters, and I dare you to get locked in a starting contest with her. You will lose. Chris enjoys riding his bike, throwing random objects at random cars, listening to AM Radio, tapping his feet, and using his voice. If you have any questions about his behavioral tendencies, e-mail him at tophersteven@gmail, or mind your own damn business.

Chris also writes for: scorecardreview.com, chicagosportsslant.blogspot.com, stumpedmagazine.com

Ozzie Guillen has called a lot of people a lot of names during his tenure as the White Sox’ manager. This happens so often it goes largely unnoticed. It’s often dismissed as par for the course, but a noticable aspect of what makes him such an enigmatic presence in the South Side dug out.
By: Chris [...]

It’s amazing how many things can change in eight hours. As a sat at my computer this morning, mulling over how to best critique Carlos Zambrano’s slow decline from league prominence to utter mediocrity, there was no indication whatsoever that I would be eating my words by night fall.
I have happily done so.
-Chris De Salvo, [...]

WICKER PARK- Yesterday my friend was in an accident. As she patrolled her ten-speed to work, a minivan stopped short in front of her. She had little time to react, and careened straight into the trunk of the car. Despite being badly shaken up by the occurrence, she suffered only a few minor wounds, and [...]

NORTH CENTRAL- I travel light. My messenger bag slung over my shoulder, and against my back,  wind in my face, and the sheer exhilaration of biking through the burrows of this fine city.
Not today, though. I was almost killed today by a thirty-something business women who weighed no more than one hundred pounds. Her car [...]

LOGAN SQUARE- I had a conversation with a fellow writer about the existence of Blogs the other day. She contested they are necessary outlets for average people to get certain above average assertions across on a larger stage. Yeah, okay. I told her I saw her point, and appreciated her insight. We were at a [...]

LOGAN SQUARE- If we’re afraid to venture out of our carefully crafted personal buffer zones, what can we possibly learn about ourselves? It’s this perpetual oxymoron that stifles conversation and guts us of our affirmed assertiveness to vocalize our beliefs. Though most people will say they stand behind certain systematic ideals, few could absolutely justify [...]

LOGAN SQUARE- Before our young souls became the jaded faces of malcontent twenty-somethings drifting aimlessly between dead-end jobs, we actually listened to The Police. Without a shred of tagging this statement with a shred of underlying irony, I would be the first to declare they were amazing.
I’m presently listening to the track “King of Pain,” [...]

WICKER PARK- It’s rarely my belief that people are completely genuine conversationalists. There have been several thousands long-winded articles written on this well-known phenomenon. You can only imagine how many blogs have been centered on the same premise. While it would be morbidly hypocritical for me to insinuate otherwise, this is something I’m comfortable getting [...]

GRANT PARK- A number of friends have recently inquired as to what my thoughts were about attending the recently passed Lollapalooza Music Festival in Grant Park. On paper, it sounded like a great way to spend a weekend. Sure, tickets were $205 for a full-weekend pass, but we’re talking about Radiohead. Yes, several other high [...]