We watch the garbage games so you don't have to
Bryan Berlin (CC BY-SA 4.0) via Wikimedia Commons SOUTHPORT, England — The circus packed up its tents Sunday evening at Royal Birkdale, and the ringmaster walked out the back door with seven words.
Earl 'The Icebox' Dubinski is a 340-pound retired nose tackle from the South Side who now breaks down the game from the permanent indent in his recliner, affectionately known as the film room. He spends his days grumbling about analytics nerds and overpriced stadium beers, masking his undeniable love for the gridiron with a thick layer of snark. When he isn't comparing a blown coverage to a burnt brisket, he's reminding readers that he actually played the game, pal.