We love watching the news on WGN. It's oh-so-Chicagoey, and they strike just the right balance of professionalism befitting the nation's second city vs. C-list reporters who couldn't make it on the west coast. B-list, really. For C-list talent you have to go to a market like Las Vegas, where at least two prime time news anchors have lazy eyes. I am not making this up.
Most of the time, on the 9 o'clock news, WGN leads with national stories, followed by whatever the big news in Chicago is. There are two (count them!) weather segments, because weather is Serious Business here, and sports at the end (hint: the goddamn Cubs lost again).
Sometimes, a story like this comes up:
She actually led off the story by saying that police were looking for a "short, orange-skinned boy who goes by the name Ernie." Yes, really. The story is that 2,500 rubber ducks have gone missing from a suburban police academy. They were to be used for a fundraiser. So they went with the Ernie angle, naturally.
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