Go Bears!

There aren't many teams I root for in the wide world of sports, occasionally the Bulls [though I despise the NBA], the Iowa State athletic teams [who rarely give me an opportunity to celebrate], the Drake Bulldogs, recently the Tottenham Hotspurs [is that okay London friends?] and sometimes some of the tougher AFC teams. The two teams that I actually spend time and energy rooting for are the Cubs and, yes, da Bears. Since the Cubbies haven't won jack squat in a hundred years [though they did win Sports Illustrated make-believe playoffs in the strike-shortened ninety-four season] and I was just four when the Bears won the Super Bowl last, I haven't had a whole lot to cheer for. Usually come super-Sunday I am forced to choose to root for a team that I either hate less or appreciate more.

However, this weekend I will up in arms for the Bears. Unfortunately this game makes me incredibly nervous, seeing that those wieners from Indy are pretty damn talented. I would like nothing more to raise my arms in joy [much like I did in watching the BBC's "Office" series-ending special] for a Bears win and dance about the Barker's basement in glad exuberance, but I find myself doubting the Bears' odds on pulling out the victory. I mean, everyone is practically handing the championship over to the colts, from the Vegas oddsmen to the SI writers. But I can handle the Bears being the underdogs, and it would make a win all the more glorious.

I wish I was living in Chicago now, I hear that Bears-fever has reached an all time high. I saw some video of a guy in a bear suit giving bear-hugs, and I heard that "go Bears" is replacing standard salutations. In singing songs I've recently begun to exchange traditional lyrics for the word "Bears". Not just some of the words in a song, but all the words in a song. "Bears Bears Bears Bears Bears Bears Bears Bears Bears Bears...." and so on. It's weird, I know, but I'm weird and I'm a Bears fan, so it only makes sense.

So, come this Sunday, raise your Bears cozies high and proud, embrace your inner Ditka, eat Polish sausage, encourage Urlacher and the boys, try not to swear at sexy Rexy too much and sing the various Bears songs that need to be sung. As for me, I'll be bringing the 104 gun rack in support of the Bears. Go Bears. you have my Bears.