I can hear it. It’s off in the distance… but getting closer. It’s a thunderous rumble- menacing and powerful- but muffled by the space between here and wherever it is. What… is it? A thunderstorm of unprecedented proportions? A hurricane, uncharacteristically poised to strike at Chicago? Are these the preliminary shocks of an earthquake of biblical magnitude?
Oh, wait, no. It’s none of those.
It’s just Ashley Wagner’s hunger for fame.
My bad.