Excuse me for giggling. But it’s still quite funny imagining a young Jerry Angelo, meeting every Sunday with another Syracuse assistant named Nick Saban, playing “Hotel California” on a restaurant juke box at 7 a.m. while awaiting his scrambled eggs. I never thought of Angelo as a dark-desert-highway, cool-wind-in-my- hair, warm-smell-of-colitas kind of guy, but, hey, life surprises you. - Jerry Angelo’s Jilted Stalker, November 5, 2006

It must of been love. But it is over now.

What a shame that the back page ramblings are no longer archived free. It does make the research a tad tougher for us lowly Internet Creatures.

Undoubtedly, Mariotti would prefer that Chicago conveniently “misremember” (thanks Roger) the above gushing compliments of Jerry Angelo’s work during that not so long ago Super Bowl run. Of course, at that particular time, Angelo was nothing short of being anointed St. Jerry by the dwarf. The nature of the column* was a hyperbole laced congratulatory “attaboy” to Angelo for rebuilding the Bears from the ground up, mostly through the draft.

And now we get to read this:

Jerry Angelo is losing it. I know this because he recently wrote me a note that emphasized, ``I’m not one of your biggest fans.’’ Gee, I wasn’t aware the general manager of the Bears is supposed to adore me, as if my job is to run around all day yapping, ``Devin Hester, you are ridiculous!’’ Was he upset over my request that, as someone who has neglected offense and quarterbacks for years, he kindly give back one-half his salary as one-half a GM?

Yup, you read that correct. Of all people, Jay Mariotti has the audacity to accuse another individual of being over paid.

Really?

It took a bit of time but Jerry Angelo has now apparently joined ranks with Ken Williams and Jim Hendry by suggesting that the dwarf shut the hell up.

That might be a good sign. Just look at what happened to the White Sox back in 2005.

Now that the Olympics are mercifully over, the pundit wasted no time pissing off a local sports executive.  With both the White Sox and Cubs in first place and temporarily immune from Mariotti diatribes, Chris Williams’ season ending injury sealed Angelo’s fate.

Hotel California is obviously no more for Jerry Angelo. Welcome to the Mariotti Bunker, modeled precisely after the Bates’ Motel.

We really are not that sure yet who will be shrieking more this upcoming football season; Jerry Angelo showering behind the curtain with a lurking knife wielding dwarf or Kyle Orton scrambling outside the pocket. Either way, the beleaguered general manager should soon be accepting a fruit basket and note of condolences from Kenny Williams.