No one aims to be a sports columnist. Who sets the bar that low? Might as well aspire to be a game show host. And yet it happens, and Bernie Lincicome has refused to apologize for doing it since the age of hot type and noise in the newsroom. He still knows all the copy reading marks he learned in journalism school at The Ohio State University and uses their names often to help solve crossword puzzles. Mike Ditka once said of Lincicome, "He ain’t no Hemingway," to which Lincicome responded, after checking his driver’s license, "Obviously not." This was the same answer he gave to scowling White Sox manager Terry Bevington who asked, "Are you being funny?" After identifying Arizona as the corner into which America sweeps its dust, Lincicome was caught on a Scottsdale golf course by a radio jock who demanded to know how Lincicome could insult a place and then enjoy its benefits. "Is this a great country, or what?" Lincicome asked. He has written about the best and the worst in sports, in Chicago as well as in Florida and Colorado, and tries hard to tell the difference. He is never without an opinion. Lincicome's wife Jaye and his two children, Romey and David, agree with him, a lot of the time.