Day #29 of Wild and Exciting Little Things: Sport Texting

My family loves sports. It’s what we do, what we know, and what we love. My parents are big sports fans, so of course, my sister, brother and I continue to carry the torch.

But, with my brother in Kansas City and my sister in Illinois, I miss watching games with them. Thank goodness for texting. I can watch a game knowing my siblings are watching the game and that I will be receiving their reactions to said game.

Some examples of our sport texting:

– OMG. Did you see that play?

-YES!!!

-Yeah, yeah!

-Are you wearing your lucky shirt

-I just burned my new shirt

-I just burned my brackets

-I might throw up

-Moooose!!

-Da Bears!

-Stupid Bears

-Da Bulls!

-Can you believe this?

-How was that a foul?

-Since when is that a strike?

-Shit.

-CHIEFS

-Ugh. I quit.

-That. Was. Amazing.

-I can’t stop smiling.

-Go Shox!

-SHOCKERS!!

-I heart Fred (Van Vleet)

-Are you still awake?

-Who needs sleep!

-Did you see that??!!

-Who are these announcers?

-Mom just called. They saw it too!

-Dad just called to check on me. I’m still pissed.

-OMG, everyone is texting me!!

-Just opened a beer

-Whew

-Sigh

-Cheers

-Gnite

-Nite

-Love you

Simple, brief, filled with capitalized letters and exclamation points, but I love receiving and sending them. I can’t watch a game without them. And by “them,” I mean my sister and brother. But, if I can’t sit at a table with them at The Other Place in Overland Park, or The Foundry in Naperville, or in the living room of my parents home, then texting is the next best thing. With each buzz of my phone, I know they are watching with me, cheering with me, cursing with me, laughing with me, and sulking with me. But, most importantly, they get it. Only a sports fan can truly understand another sports fan

I’m so grateful my sports-loving parents raised sports-loving kids.

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It’s not sports, it’s family…or I yam what I yam.

This past Sunday, before I headed to a bridal shower, I checked the battery on my phone, checked the time for the AFC/NFC playoff games, and posted on Facebook something about reminding myself that not every woman schedules her life events around the NFL, college basketball and other sports calendars.

I’m the woman who set the date of her wedding the first week of November during non-conference play of college basketball, still-early in the NBA season, and at the non-crucial, non-quite-playoff-decision time of the NFL. From mid-November to mid-June, there are too many Holy Days of Sports, as in Valley play, the NFL playoffs, the Super Bowl, the MVC tournament, the NCAA tournament, the Masters, the NBA playoffs…well, the list goes on.

Just how bad is it? When a family member recently announced their wedding was going to be March 16, I blurted, “Wait, isn’t that the first weekend of the NCAA tournament.” Luckily, the tourney starts the following week. As for the family member, they weren’t offended; they’re used to it, as is all of my family, including my husband.

On our wedding day, I was upset because I’d forgotten to record the memorial service for Walter “Sweetness” Payton, who had died earlier that week. My favorite running back of all time, his service at Soldier Field began just as I walked down the aisle. Always aware of my obsession with the Chicago Bears, Brad understood how I’d determined our wedding date, was accepting of my orange and blue foam Bears claw and the horns I don during Bulls games, so he was not shocked when I surprised him and the boys with tickets to see one of Michael Jordan’s last games at the United Center. And as for my stepsons, while I’m not sure they ever became used to it, they definitely found humor in hearing me yell and scream at the television, especially when they were outside and my cries would carry through the open windows. I like to think I had some influence on them as Sloan is a Bears fan and Ian a …Packer fan (no, I have not disowned him), or maybe, like me, they didn’t really have any choice.

As a child, I thought all families watched sports, together. I thought it was the norm that my mother threw annual Super Bowl parties, I mean, didn’t every mother stay up late to cook the night before the big game, invite family over, take bets, then hush everyone in the room during the National Anthem? Didn’t every family attend or play in basketball tournaments from Biddy Basketball to the Mexican-American tournament? And while I realize my parents attending a college basketball tournament on their honeymoon is out of the ordinary, I figured a lot of families took vacation during the NCAA tournament, buying tickets to specific regions and spending their days watching the Spartans, the Orangemen, the Fighting Illini, the Bruins and the like.

It was high school when I realized I might be different. Most girls my age went to North High football and basketball games to meet boys, while one of the main reasons I was in marching band and pep band was so I could get into all the games for free. I admit, I was occasionally distracted by a boy or two and I enjoyed both pre and post-parties, but I loved watching the game. And as I entered my twenties and moved to the suburbs of Chicago, I became even more distracted by music, concerts and more boys, but that didn’t keep me from seeing Michael Jordan when he still had hair, or trying to stomp the warmth into my frozen feet at Soldier Field, or getting a sunburn at Wrigley.

When I moved back to Wichita in 1990, I realized what I’d been missing the most, my family and their love of sports. Now, in Chicago I had my sister whose blood runs blue and orange on any given Sunday in fall, but back in Wichita I had my parents whose fanaticism had deepened, pushing them to attend the baseball and basketball games of second and third generation cousins. I had my crazy female cousins to spend every Sunday with me at Players during the NFL season (we even had our picture in the paper one Super Bowl Sunday) and at whatever bar was showing a Bulls game.

And, my father and I had our Shockers. My dad took me to my first WSU men’s basketball game when I was seven, but when I returned to Wichita our love of Shocker sports reached rafter heights. I became a season ticket holder and have enjoyed every minute of every game sitting next to my father, whether in Koch Arena or in D.C during the Sweet Sixteen, or the Scottrade Center in St. Louis during the MVC tournament. It’s something I cherish, always. And it’s also why my mother often tells others, “Yes, Oscar and Natalie don’t miss a game. Sometimes I think she should’ve been a boy.”

But, as I’ve grown…more experienced, my passion for sports has continued. I could blame it on beating a bunch of boys at their own fantasy sports games, or the fact my Shockers are very much contenders, but I have to say it’s because sports as a whole is the pulse of my family. Our passion and following of the game has kept us close, kept us strong. Some would say that watching sports is not true family time, but I would disagree. We don’t just watch, we talk, we discuss, we share, we cheer, we lament, but most importantly, we’re together.

And, we’re together even when we’re a part. Because I might be watching the game at home, screaming at my television as is my custom, or at a sports bar, or in another city but I’m forever connected to my family because as soon as the play is over or the basket made, I’m texting my brother, sending a message to my sister on Facebook and calling my parents, “Did you see that? Can you believe he made it?” And they know exactly what I’m talking about. Exactly. We’re forever connected, anywhere, anytime.

It’s who we are. It’s who I am.

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It’s the end of the season as we know it (and I don’t feel fine).

Five-game winning streak. An O-line finally protecting its quarterback by only allowing 1.3 sacks per game instead of 4.7. An inspired running game lead by an equally inspired yet underpaid running back. A special teams that is consistent and explosive. A defense that is showing signs of its monster history. And now, Cutler possibly out for the season with a broken thumb.

Verhei on ESPN’s Football Outsiders stated this morning…”We don’t have a lot of data on Chicago’s new starter; he’s had just 16 pass plays in the regular season. His player page at Football Outsiders shows that the most similar passer to Hanie over the past two seasons is Aaron Rodgers in 2006-07, the last two seasons the Green Bay quarterback backed up Brett Favre. Is that a sign Hanie is about to put up MVP numbers?”

I’m not holding my breath. For one (and this is tough to type), Caleb Hanie is not backing Brett Favre. He’s not learning from a QB considered to be one of the top 10 of all time. He hasn’t been quietly creating his own arsenal by studying the mistakes of his leader, particularly the high percentage of interceptions. He hasn’t been biding his time, waiting for that moment to prove he has what it takes to lead the team. Or has he?

I guess we’ll soon find out. Until then, until Hanie performs a miracle and keeps the Bears in the running and improves upon their 7-3 record, I’ll attempt to soothe my soul with thoughts of how great it was while it lasted and squint my eyes toward a very distant future.

Suddenly, it’s November

It’s been so long since I’ve been to LTSAH that I forgot my cleverly cryptic password. Not only could I not remember the password, I couldn’t remember where I wrote it down for such an emergency. What can I say? Time flies. Guess I better give the memory a stretch. A nice little jog can’t hurt.

World Series: I picked the Detroit Tigers, but ended up cheering for the Rangers. It’s not that I’m a Rangers fan, I’m a Brad Holman fan. I’ve known Brad and his wife, Stephanie,  since high school and as he is employed by the Rangers organization, I chose to cheer his team. It was tough, considering I cheered for the Giants last year, but I felt I owed it to Holman this season. Obviously, it did not go well. I did manage to watch one of the most incredible nights in baseball: Game 6. If you watched, you understand and will always remember. If you missed it, you missed it.

Missing baseball: I never thought I’d say this in the middle of NFL season and just as college basketball is about to begin, but I wish it was baseball season. Three reasons: 3) fantasy baseball 2) everything SFGiants 3) Theo Epstein

King Theo: Came in. Cleaned house. Cubs fans will find it difficult to wait until April. Anticipation will be a warm but itchy blanket this winter.

NFL: Started a fantasy football league for women. I recruited nine ladies, four who had absolutely no experience or knowledge of the game. It’s been interesting. The gal with the least amount of experience has beaten me twice, two of her only three wins. I’m not taking it well, I admit. 4-5 was not what I imagined.

Da Bears: Fierce opening followed by disaster. In Urlacher’s words, “We stink.” Seems I remember hearing that phrase before…maybe a clubhouse…maybe at Wrigley? But the Bears rallied, fearing both Urlacher and the label. The Bears are 5-3 and Cutler actually made it through an entire game, a Monday night game, without being slammed to the ground. No sacks. Next up, revenge against those over-confident Lions.

Shockers: The season officially opens Sunday. In the exhibition game against Emporia State, the Shox looked a little shaky the first half, as can be expected. But, the second half they came out dominant on defense and confident on offense. Carl Hall has been labeled a beast and our veterans looked like veterans. Plus, our freshman impressed me with their total lack of fear when it came to shooting and their shot selection was good. Only one bad shot from the bunch. Vitale picks us in the top 35, SI in the top 40. If you are a Shocker fan, I highly recommend following Shocker Hoops, both the site and Twitter. Great info. Good stuff. Let the madness begin.

Me: I started  a new job and in the process of applying, interviewing and making the transition, everything else got pushed to the wayside. I’m hoping I’ll be able to post regularly, especially since I have some photos from a Bears game to post, courtesy of Mike the Ultimate Bears Fan. And, it’s hoops season which is always the most wonderful time of the year. With visions of the NIT Championship still dancing in our heads, it will be tough not to pack a bag early for the Promised Land.

Old habits or why I can’t cheer for Green Bay

Rick Reilly gives you every reason why football fans should be cheering for the Packers come Sunday.  I have to agree with a lot of his points.  Packers have history. Lots of history. And they have true fans. Once a cheesehead, always a cheesehead. And because they are the last little town to keep their team. The Green Bay Packers are truly a home team. Their roots begin and end in Green Bay. Some Bears fans don’t even know where Decatur, Illinois is on a map, or the fact the Bears were once the Decatur Staleys. But I’m betting future cheeseheads won’t have to worry about that one. Milwaukee will never steal their Packers.

So why can’t I cheer for the Packers? Because, as the saying goes, old habits die hard. I’ve been rooting against the green and gold for so long, I wouldn’t even know where to begin on Sunday. How do you cheer for a team you’ve spent twenty or more years despising? I just don’t think it can be done.

Someone suggested I approach it as I do the Shockers and the Missouri Valley Conference. If the NCAA tourney only allows one or two MVC teams in and neither are my Shox, I cheer for those MVC teams. It makes no difference if it’s UNI or our arch rival Creighton, I back the MVC. But I back those conference teams because I know no one else will. No one out there is circling a MVC team on their bracket for the second and third rounds, let alone a Sweet Sixteen spot. My Shox, along with the entire Missouri Valley Conference, are underdogs. Always.

Not the same in the NFL. The NFC North division is not considered an underdog. Never will be. No one is labeling the NFC North as a mid-major division. Maybe the NFC West, but that’s a whole other post. So this approach does not work for me. I can’t support the Pack simply because they share the NFC North with my Bears. When it comes to this, I can’t cheer for the division team. It just doesn’t work.

I’d like to be the bigger Bears fan. I’d like to set my differences, my hatred, aside for one game. But just thinking about it makes my palms sweat and my stomach churn. And while this rivalry has been ongoing since 1921, what immediately comes to my mind is 1986 and Charles Martin’s hit list. A DT for the Pack, he wrote a list of Bears numbers on a towel he wore, a hit list. He was the guy responsible for slamming Jim McMahon to the turf  and ending the QB’s season. Plus it’s all the other stories, the fights, the accusations, the games,  the history. Most importantly, the habit. This is one habit I don’t believe I can break.

So while many will be cheering for the Packers on Sunday, I will be cheering against them. Because it’s what I know best and what I know is right, at least for a Bears fan.

Beating a three-day-old dead horse

Yes, that three-day-old dead horse is Jay Cutler and his infamous knee.  While others were busy on Sunday tweet-lynching Cutler and questioning the toughness of the guy, I was just disappointed  our offensive efforts fell flat in the first half. I never questioned if he was truly hurt. After all, wasn’t this the same QB who spent most of the season picking turf out of his teeth? Seriously, I lost track of how many times the guy was sacked. And he kept getting up.

So, I was appalled at the lambasting Cutler took for the next 24 hours. I’m not a big fan of Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban, but he was correct when he said in an interview on Mike and Mike that he wasn’t surprised by the fallout. He explained with today’s social networking, especially Twitter, it’s not about content, it’s about who can get it out there first and suffer the consequences later. 

Exactly.

But it isn’t just the Cutler fiasco. It’s the tremor of hate I felt all the way to Kansas, hate spewed at the Bears organization and in particular Lovie Smith, by so-called fans. By Monday morning, the city of Chicago was not only running Cutler out on a rail, they were (again) questioning the decisions of head coach Lovie Smith.  Does someone really need to remind these idiots the Bears not only won the NFC North division, one game away from a sweep, but were playing for the NFC championship? On Sunday? Oh, and Cutler was the starting QB and Lovie the head coach who helped get them there?  How easily they forget. While most fans were sitting at home, their teams never even making it to a wild card playoff game, Bears fans were taking part in one of the most historic games of our time.

I guess it goes along with the remark by Cuban. In this society of instant gratification, if your head coach doesn’t get the team to a  Super Bowl, let alone win, in his first season then his head is demanded on a platter. “Fans” want results now. This instant. And when they don’t get what they want, they become belligerent, delusional maniacs, actually thinking they could do a better job. My brother-in-law made a great point in stating our little league system has become a training ground for these idiots. Sad, really. They go from belittling their 7-year-old and his/her grade school opponents, to throwing beer at opposing fans at professional sporting events, or better yet, booing their own teams.

It’s beyond pathetic.

I admit I’m not a Packer fan and confess to truly disliking Aaron Rodgers, especially when he does his stupid “championship belt” move in the end zone. And those who know me know I’m not a fan of Brett Favre. But my “hate” is more tongue in cheek. Sure, I may yell things at my television in the privacy of my own home, but I would never question them at their job. It’s not my place. I never played football. I never will. It seems those who are quick to judge, quick to hate, are forgetting something.

We’re just fans. Yes, we can be a little obsessive. A little nutty. But we love the game. We love our teams. Some of us wished we’d played. Others live vicariously through their teams and players. But most of us just love the competition, the sportsmanship, the energy of it all. For two or three hours, maybe once or twice a week (depending on the sport of choice) we can lose ourselves, forget the worries of life, let loose, have fun. And even when the outcome is that of Sunday, a loss in the NFC championship against your biggest rival, it’s okay. Because for four and half months, I donned my team colors and cheered. And cheered. And loved every moment.

I almost feel sorry for those who are missing out, who spend more time criticizing their supposed favorite teams than encouraging and supporting them. Who seem to get more enjoyment from screaming obscenities at players and other fans, than appreciating talent and loyalty. I guess the loss is truly theirs.

For me, football season is over but I have so much to look forward to come this fall. And it’s only six months away. Until then, I’ll follow my Shox, dust off my Bulls horns, and get my preliminary brackets ready. Oh, and baseball is just weeks away.

Remember Two Things

So, here it is. The NFC Championship will be played in Chicago next Sunday, the Bears vs. Packers. Believe it or not, this is only the second time the longtime rivals will meet in the playoffs. The first time was in 1941, one week after the attack at Pearl Harbor. The Bears won 33-14.

There’s much at stake, namely a trip to the Super Bowl. But there’s also the fact the Bears let Green Bay strut onto Lambeau Field on the last game of the regular season and beat them for a playoff berth. Had the Bears taken care of business, as Lovie promised, we wouldn’t be having this rematch. And then there’s that little thing about hating the Pack. You can’t be a Bears fan and not despise the green and gold. I’ve mentioned this repeatedly. It’s just not possible. Respect Green Bay and their history? Yes. Respect the longtime rivalry? Yes. Like them just a little? No way. Cheer for them? Ever? NO.

I was actually asked if I would cheer for the Packers against Atlanta in order to see an epic NFC championship game between the Bears and Packers. Are you serious? Cheer for the Pack? Absolutely not. Some people get this. Some don’t. I don’t expect many to understand the warped mind of a fanatic, unless they’ve been there, experienced it, live with it themselves.

I actually have an example to share, something which happened just this Friday. First, let me begin with the car I drive. It’s a Ford Focus. Nothing special. Gets great gas mileage and with 124,000 miles, has hardly given me any problems or cost much money in repairs. But I didn’t buy the car because of its gas mileage or any consumer report I might’ve read. I bought the car because of the color. Not because I thought it was pretty or cute, or went with my hair. I bought it because it was orange. Chicago Bear Orange.

This is a picture taken shortly after I purchased the car seven years ago.  Notice the front tag. I love this car. So imagine my horror when I walked out of the office on Friday to drive home and discovered my Bear Mobile had been vandalised with this:

Someone had the audacity to put this on my car, actually bolt it over my license plate.

Who would do such a thing? Obviously, someone who does not know the dislike of the green and gold runs deep in the blood of the blue and orange faithful. Very deep. And someone who cannot possibly comprehend the impending wrath of a crazed fan.

So crazed, my co-workers could not understand why I wouldn’t just drive the car and take off the horrid frame when I got home. They could not comprehend my frantic search for a screwdriver or that I was contemplating just breaking the stupid thing off my tag. Drive with it on my car? That would have been sacrilege. Blasphemy. As it was, I was completely mortified just imagining if I hadn’t discovered the plate and actually drove around with it on…All weekend! Can you imagine? Fortunately, Papa Bear Halas was smiling down upon me. Not only did he intervene and gently persuade me to leave my office from a different door in order for me to see the desecration, but he somehow placed a flat-head screwdriver in my glove compartment to ensure I did not have to call someone to either bring me a tool to be rid of the wretched thing or give me a ride home.

Now, I admit I was impressed. Once it was removed. It took a lot of planning, not to mention guts to pull this prank. Especially during playoffs. And with the outcome of the games and the NFC Championship next Sunday, this was perfectly timed. Not that I’m forgiving or forgetting. Take heed, Mr. Foley. My memory is long. Very long.

But with the big game just one week away, I have other things to think about, pray for, worry over, and prepare. I’m predicting a Bears vs Jets Super Bowl. It’s destiny with Rex Ryan as a former ball boy for the Bears and now given the opportunity to coach against them in the Super Bowl. Not that he’ll win, but still…what a story.

As for the Packers, I hope Lovie reminds his boys of the promise he made when he arrived in Chicago, “Beat the Packers, Win a Super Bowl.” I remember. As I’ve stated, my memory is long. Very long.

2010. Didn’t it make you want to…rage?

No, it hasn’t taken me this long to recover from New Year’s festivities. Actually, it’s taken me until now to recover from the entire holiday season. So I’ve had plenty of time to think back on the year and the key moments in sports that will linger on in my memory. So while I’m sure most of you have read, heard, or viewed other “2010-the year in sports,” this is my own personal 2010 sports tribute.

2010 began with the Saints winning the Superbowl. Who can forget the onside kick? Or the image of Brees and his son under a shower of confetti. Who dat nation celebrated big. Real big.

Then there were the Winter Olympics. I love the winter games. All that snow. And while I loved watching Shaun White capture the gold and throwing down his double McTwist 1260 (I’m tellin’ ya’, I love this dude), I was equally thrilled to see Evan Lysacek conquer the gold. I know, a figure skater and a snowboarder? Yes. But, Evan’s success struck closer to home. Evan grew up in Naperville, Illinois and skated with my niece Holly when they were kids. I recall seeing Evan skate one of his first solo’s in a year-end show when he was probably ten years of age. He totally broke it down to “Brick House.” I wonder if he remembers that crowning moment. Seriously, we could all see the talent back then, knew this little boy was headed for skating greatness.

Let’s skip to March. The Shockers ended their season 25-10 with great signs of promise and momentum to carry into the 2010-11 season.  And let’s not forget the mighty bird killers. Yes, I’m talking Northern Iowa and their shocking defeat of the Kansas Jayhawks. Yes, I’m a Kansas girl, but this does not make me a Jayhawk fan. I bleed black and gold. I am a Shocker fan. And in the Big Dance, I cheer on the teams of the MVC. So, when a kid whose last name I won’t even attempt to spell knocks down a mighty three and sends most of the Jayhawk team sobbing to the court, I cheer. Loud. Of course, the tournament would’ve been even better had Butler beat Duke on that last second shot. But, you can’t have everything.

June  saw the first Italian woman to win a Grand Slam tournament, the French Open. The 17th seeded Francesca Schiavone kissed the court then scaled the stands to find her Italian faithful and family. At the age of 30, she became the oldest women since 1969 to win her first Grand Slam tournament. You go, girl.

And June saw the Chicago Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup with a goal in OT, ending a 49 year drought. Next up, Cubs?

With the summer came the vuvuzelas, the World Cup, and La Celeste, the Sky Blue,  of Uruguay, in particular, one Diego Forlan who lead his team to the semi-finals. Yes, I cheered La Furia Roja, my beloved Spaniards, who eventually won the World Cup, but my heart was stolen by the men in sky blue.

And when the buzzing of the vuvuzelas faded away, permanently in many stadiums, football (American football) season arrived. At long last. (yes, I realize baseball season was in full swing, but I never get really interested until the playoffs). And while the Bears preseason began on a sour note, they began the regular season  with three wins, including a Monday Night Football game against the Packers. And now, with the NFC North Championship under their belts, my blue and orange are headed to the playoffs with a first-round bye and a home game on January 16th. And, Brian Urlacher was named NFC defensive player for the month of Dec/Jan. Who heart’s Brian Urlacher? I do. I do.

But rewind to November and the World Series. It may have equaled one of the lowest watched series ever, but in my book it was awesome. Why?  For starters, no corporate Yankees.  And featuring a team of so-called misfits and pitching that was…well, awesome. How could you not root for these guys:

The World Series ended November 5th and I’m still rooting for them.

In closing, 2010 saw My Bears with an 11-5 record,  a playoff berth, and Devin Hester setting a new punt return TD record.  And with a Texas Bowl win by the Fighting Illini, dismantling Baylor 38-14, my 2010 year in sports has ended on a happy, very happy, note.

So, 2011. What have you in store? My Shox are still winning and will host Missouri State on Sunday evening. The Bears bear down on January 16. And it’s only 9.5 weeks until the NCAA mens basketball tournament. And with the Bulls atop the eastern central division, I may just find interest in the NBA, especially with Rose and Boozer leading the way.

2011. Bring it.

A Happy Christmas

Well, another Christmas come and gone. The season always passes so quickly. I barely get my sports tree up, when I’m taking it down. This year, I’m thinking I’ll leave it up until Superbowl. At least the sports tree and all my Bears Christmas stuff, especially the stocking. After all, I did ask Santa for a few things…a division championship, playoff berth, first-round bye,  a trip to the Superbowl…and the stocking is not full. Not yet.  But I’m getting ahead of myself. First things first.

Bears versus Packers. A lot rests on this game. Not just the usual, as in Lovie’s #1 priority as head coach: beat the Packers. Or my seasonal mantra: beat the Packers, as in if the Bears only win two games in a season, those two wins better be against Green Bay.

Come Sunday, it’s more than the usual. In order for the Bears to clinch a first-round bye, they need for the Eagles to lose or to beat the Packers. I vote for beating the Packers. And as if I needed another reason to beat the Pack, if Green Bay wins their in. The only other way they can make the playoffs is if Tampa Bay and New York both lose. It’s that time of year when playoff berths are contingent upon wins and losses not only by your own team, but by others. It’s muddled. It’s crazy. It’s playoff season.

To sum it all up, I’m cheering for a Packer beating. Plus, I’ll be rooting for the Redskins and the Saints. And just in case, while I won’t cheer on the Vikings, I’ll be keeping a close eye on the Tuesday night game in Philadelphia. More than just to see them play in all that snow.

Then, it will truly be a Happy Christmas. And possibly an outstanding New Year.

B-r-r-r-utal!

The 33-0 deficit at the half the Bears faced yesterday was the largest in their 91 seasons.  They were bullied, run over, throttled and just plain out-played on their home turf. And in their home conditions.

I’m almost glad our local stations didn’t carry the game. I did get to watch online from a link I received via the Bears website. I confess, the only thing I enjoyed about watching the game was the swirling wind, snow, and die-hard Bears brethren in the stands.

Our only saving grace? The Packers lost to Detroit. I always love a Pack loss, especially when it means we remain first in our division. Although after yesterday’s game, I’m not so sure we deserve it. But it’s over. Now on to next Monday night and the Vikings. Not sure if they’ll be able to inflate their roof by then, so should be interesting regarding venue. And we’ll see if the Diva feels up to playing. Just three games left in the season: Vikings, Jets (home game), and Packers. So, along with a white Christmas I’m dreaming of three up and three down.