Every spring the city of Chicago gets a jolt of life when the Cubs and White Sox rivalry is renewed. This little hate-fest typically begins simmering around the time pitchers and a catcher report for spring training and is boiling over by the first Red Line Series.

This is a great rivalry since both sides see little common ground. Cubs fans cannot stand Ken “Hawk” Harrelson and Sox fans cringe every time Ron Santo’s voice graces the radio. Cubs fans think the White Sox do not have any fans and White Sox fans do not think the Cubs have any fans who actually know what the score is. Cubs fans think the fans the Sox have are all white trash. Sox fans who have been to Wrigleyville think Cubs fans must have blacked out everything that happened after the game when they make those kinds of accusations.

The one thing we both have common is that we both have fiery managers. Whether you are heading to the 35^th Street Red Line stop with White Sox tickets or the Addison Street Red Line stop with Cubs tickets, you are equally likely to see the home team’s manager storm the field, berate the umpire, and quickly be ejected from the game. The same goes for post game interviews, depending on how the team played, you are equally likely to see the manager screaming obscenities at reporters with the gall to ask what went wrong.

In the spirit of these hot-headed managers and the eventful 2009 Celebrity Death Watch, I think somebody or at least some bar should start a Chicago Managerial Cardiac Attack Watch.

Let’s look at the tale of the tape.

Age:

Lou Piniella: 66

Ozzie Guillen: 46

Temper:

Lou Piniella: Old School

Ozzie Guillen: Latin Fever

Argument Style:

Lou Piniella: Encroach umpires personal space with gut and kick dirt

Ozzie Guillen: Stand next to umpire, yell in ear, and flail arms

Post Game Breaking Point:

Lou Piniella: Face goes from simply flustered to deep red

Ozzie Guillen: English becomes increasingly indiscernible apart from profanity

Saving Grace:

Lou Piniella: No more Milton Bradley

Ozzie Guillen: Twitter