Every dog has its day, they say, and every player and coach gets a day to tour the town with the Cup and its keeper. Where’s it been? It’s been all over the world. And in more barrooms than your average crumpled dollar bill. And surely, say, men’s rooms. Ladies’ rooms. Toilets. After you’ve been handled and passed around that much, surely you wouldn’t be able to hold it, either. Reports have it that the Cup’s lubricant of choice has been the Jager bomb, ponied up at fine establishments across the randy city. As to what other fluids have splashed inside it, some things are better left unthought.
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Others that were mentioned a few times, amused us or seemed especially weird: “The zoo! make some animals pose with it… wearing Blackhawks gear”
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