Sorry Los Angeles.
We've seen this look in Chicago's eyes before.
Close your eyes and pig nose is still staring bullets into your fragile soul.
Open your eyes and Kane's $14.80 cab fare is right in your lap (meanwhile he's behind you scoring a goal).
Close them again and you'll wake up in the ER from a Keith elbow.
Open them and there's the big Q grabbing his crotch screaming in tongues.
Close them now.
Close them forever.
Drift off to sleep sweet prince.
There's always next year.