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Bears are going to the Dance. The Saints just seemed gi lose it around 5-6 mins into last quarter.
Yep, Miami bound. Now who should I root for, Colts or Pats? Can't watch the whole game, too much sitting. Too loud from the dad, son, and friends.
Is it true that the national sewers authorities ask the citizens to not go in toilets during Superbowl's half time, because the sewers wouldn't be able to support the awesome quantity of water thrown down the toilet ? If 90 millions of people drive out water... Then, it makes a lot of water.
LOL! I didn't get the memo!
I've heard that on radio, a very serious radio. So, I suppose it is not a joke.
So, Kathianne, don't drink too much beers before Chicago's victory
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Da Bears Song in Prose
Being a Ghost Story of the Superbowl.
Stave 1
[with apologies to Charles Dickens]
I have not posted for a few days. I should be focused on covering every detail of the titanic constitutional struggle unfolding between the legislative and executive branch over the war. But I cannot. The truth is - I cannot focus, I cannot concentrate, I cannot think. I have barely slept the last three days. My mind keeps replaying what I have seen. I have spoken of this with no one. But if I do not tell someone I will go insane. Perhaps I already am. No matter, I decided I will write down what has transpired and post it on my blog. Perhaps then I will get some peace. I dont expect anyone to believe this, I barely believe it myself. But I know what I saw.
It started last Friday. I flew to Chicago for some family business, landing at Midway, and stayed at my brothers house. I got in late. The Southwest flight landed at midnight. I grabbed a Chicago-style hotdog with the works [Poppy seed bun, all-beef dog with the thick skin that pops when you bite it, a kosher half-sour pickle spear, wedges of tomato the length of the bun, primary yellow mustard not brown, no speckles, just yellow mustard, nuclear fluorescent green relish, six small green hot sport peppers, and celery salt sprinkled over it all] from the 24 hour food stand in the terminal, and inhaled it on the way down to baggage claim. I always have a hot dog within five minutes of landing in Chicago. I should have taken my time. The baggage handlers were on strike, or the union was taking a break, or the Chicago Southwest Airline baggage claim is incompetent, but it took two hours before my bags spilled onto the carousel.
I was not in a good mood. This was the tweener weekend. The Bears beat New Orleans the previous week and punched their ticket to the Superbowl. The Superbowl was yet another week away. The mindless euphoria in the city added to my irritation. It permeated the airport, the streets, the radio, TV and seemed to be in the very air I was breathing. It was inescapable. Everyone was wearing Bear hats, Bear sweaters, Bear scarves, Bear buttons. The Bears were on the cover of every newspaper and magazine in every rack. They were on every radio station and every commercial on TV. From the cab I saw one billboard that said All Bears All the Time. That said it all. Bah! Bullshit! I said out loud, startling the driver. If I see one more smiling Bear-bedecked fool give me the thumbs-up and saying Duh Bears., I swear I am going to hit them. My head rolled back in the seat of the cab and I closed my eyes. What is wrong with these idiots. The Bears cannot beat Indy. Peyton will chew em up and spit them out. He is exactly the kind of quarterback in exactly the kind of offense the Bears cant handle. What blind fools they are! I practically spit the words out. Young quarterbacks folding in the Superbowl is as reliable as the sun setting in the west. Brady was the exception that proves the rule. Grossman has no chance....
I saw the scoreboard in Miami at the end of the game.
Chicago Bears 41
Indianapolis Colts 13
Indianapolis over Chicago, by at least 11 points.
The two main factors in the game: Indianapolis' defense, and Chicago's offense. If either leaves their "A" game at home, their team will lose.