The aftermath and beyond

Cue up the sad Charlie Brown music, the Bears have lost. But you already know that by now, and you yourself are probably caught up in the aftermath of the game that broke Chicago's heart. As I contemplated throwing a delicious cookie across the room against a wall, in order to show my frustration with Rex Grossman, I realized that all that is under the sun and dome is futile. I didn't throw the cookie, it was too warm and tasty. But I did decide to move on, as any good Chicago sports fan does at the end of a season. Next year. The Bears'll keep Lovie and Briggs, then trade around for an experienced quarterback. Not necessarily a great QB, but someone slightly more consistent than not-so-sexy Rexy. And they'll be back in Super Bowl XLII. Yeah? Yeah.

But there's so much more to look forward to. In a couple of days Lost will return and will continue to ask questions without answers. I've grown accustomed to the unanswered life, so I embrace it. A little over a month from now the commission will reveal the bracket and all madness will be unleashed [Go Drake!]. What I am really excited for is that in ninety-nine days I will be listening to Wilco's new album, "Sky Blue Sky". I can only imagine how incredible it will be. And then this summer, oh my, condensed within one week: the finale of Harry Potter, the Simpsons movie and me turning twenty-six. What a marvelous week that will be. And by then the Bears will be ready to take the field again and avenge this loss and march on to another Super Bowl. One can hope, right? Go Bears! you have my love.