WE GOT OURSELVES AN OLD FASHIONED SAILBOAT WATCH

I fucking love this sailboat so much. I've always wanted to be a sailor. It's a romantic idea of mine to buy a small sailboat then leverage my flexible work schedule to master the seas. Park that bitch up at Belmont Harbor for lineup previews and gassing beers before Cubs games. Take it down to Navy Pier for the fireworks. The Play Pen for the babes. Maybe even get real weird and be one of these guys on the 4th of July:

The only problem with owning a sailboat (other than not having the necessary money, experience, patience or circumstance) is that sometimes it can get stuck inbetween those stupid fucking bridges on the Chicago River

And by my calculation, our stranded sailboat is boxed in-between closed bridges until AT LEAST Saturday morning, with or without Chicago Maritime Police intervention:

Honestly though - never a bad time to get hammed up on handcrafted IPA's Miller Lite and red meat at Small Cheval. So fingers crossed our captain is really enjoying his limited localities right now. 

And before you ask, yes: 

He's Still There.

LAST NIGHT UPDATE

THIS MORNING UPDATE

And now the great Sailboat Watch of 2019 is officially underway. If you know this guy or exactly why he decided to post up for 96 hours over on the river, please send him my way carl@barstoolsports.com

h/t Cahill - Rock Chalk you pussy