About


Mission Statement: The Rules of the Chicago Sports Fan

Welcome to Needs More Ditka, the Chicago sports blog that understands that everything could, in fact, use a bit more Ditka. It’s the goal of NMD to bring a different brand of commentary to Chicago sports- specifically, a brash, critical, pessimistic, but always informed tone. NMD strives to be the voice of the Chicago sports fan, straight up blue collar bloging. Here at NMD, there are a few rules- the rules of the Chicago sports fan.

  • No ketchup on any form of sausage. If it is on a hot dog bun, ketchup is not allowed within six radial feet.
  • There are only two baseball teams that you root for- the Sox or the Cubs, and who ever is playing the team you didn’t choose.
  • There will never be anyone who enters the realm of two men, nay, gods. To compare anyone else to either Michael Jeffrey Jordan or Michael Keller Ditka, Jr. shall make you forever shunned, and never taken seriously.

Have fun, be fair, and always remember that Chicago is not just a city, it’s THE city.

About the Editor

Born and raised on the west side, I attended my first White Sox game as an infant and have spent my summers there ever since. My love of the Blackhawks was a perfect doppelganger to my hatred of Dollar Bill Wirtz, and my relationship with the game of hockey grows stronger every game. I’m a Kansas City Chiefs fan in Chicago Bears country, but I harbor no animosity, as evidenced (I hope) by my Rashaan Salaam #31 jersey. I have been shown the light when it comes to college basketball and football, so forgive me if I bash the Bulls’ style of play or the imperialism of the NFL. Needless to say, it hasn’t been the same since His Airness left, but Tyrus Thomas, Luol Deng and Derrick Rose give me some hope the Bulls can be a sixth seed once again. I was an unabashed Cubs basher, but then I met St. Louis Cardinals nation- I’d take the Cubs any day. Look out for references to 30 Rock, Flight of the Conchords, Mizzou sports and Warren Zevon songs and a never ending string of mustaches, anti-ketchup rants, tennis shoes and usage of ‘pop.’ Because you might leave Chicago, but Chicago never leaves you.