Chicagoist knows what it's like to like the Cubs. But naming your kid Wrigley Fields? At least they can breathe a little easier now that Grossman's out and Griese's in. Maybe all that sports excitement is what caused them to forget basic facts about US history?

With the abrupt departure of LA's top transportation manager and more controversy over bicycle commuters, LAist is ready for the city's traffic to get moving again. What's not stuck in gridlock is Hollywood, who is already into their first week of the Fall TV season. Greg Grunberg of NBC's "Hereos" gave an interview, Phil Spector got away, the world saw Natalie Portman go nude on the internetz and more of your favorite novels are being made into terrible movies. If that wasn't enough, the harassing paparazzi are no friends to the regular citizens of Los Angeles. At least the people have about a million festivals to relax at this weekend. And if all else fails, the coolest lizard in the world will make you smile.

Torontoist checked out the Polaris Music Prize Gala that saw international superstar surpass local unknowns like The Arcade Fire to win the $20,000 prize. They ranked some local pizza joints (delicious!). They checked out yet another newspaper redesign, and yet another museum redesign. Oh, and they totally had a sweet virtual reality panorama of its Distillery District.

On our tightly-packed MUNI ride to the Castro to the opening night festivities for the San Francisco International Asian-American Film Festival, we were squooshed next to three thrilled Asian-American film lovers eagerly listing all the movies they were planning on seeing over this week. Excitement is running high!

The SFIAAFF opening night screening was for , a faux-documentary comedy about the casting of a replacement Bruce Lee to finish Lee's last movie after his untimely death, directed by Asian-American wunderkind Justin Lin.

The mood got more and more buzzy as we neared the theater -- there was a green carpet arrival, with a woman whom we totally did not recognize mugging for paparazzi shouting "ONE MORE! ONE MORE!" at her, photobloggers shooting pictures of everything in sight, and anxious SFIAAFF staff nervously looking down Castro Street to see if featured actor (and blogger) MC Hammer was going to make it to the theater before the stated start time of 7 p.m.

There were people dressed in Bruce Lee yellow jumpsuits, elegantly-attired people no doubt heading out for the gala after the screening, a man collecting autographs who asked us whether we'd heard if Jennifer Siebel would be attending the screening (answer: no), and a man desperate to get into the screening who kept asking us if we'd sell him our plus-one ticket (and nearly attacked someone trying to return their tickets to the box office.) We hope he got in!

After the jump: MC Hammer shows up a mere 10 minutes before showtime! We got pictures!