My right leg
On Monday I was working at the warehouse when the ancient cart we were using leapt out of our grip and ran over my right pinky toe. Ryan witnessed the incident and recalled the time that the warehouse elevator tried to break my ankle/heel/achilles tendon. I was fairly positive that I had broken my toe, but continued to press on, working into the evening to accomplish some important warehouse tasks. Tuesday morning I was relieved to find that my toe was neither bruised nor swollen anymore, and barely even hurt anymore. It reminded me of a series of events that occurred ten years ago.
When I was a sophomore in high school I was a three sport athlete. Not that I was any good at these sports, but I played them. In the fall it was football, over the winter I wrestled and during the spring I ran track [middle distance]. Since I was the fourth-string drop defensive end I didn't think it would be a problem if I played a little extracurricular football with my friends on the weekends. On that fateful play I lined up in the backfield as merely a distraction, but the quarterback, an acid-dropper turned marine, decided to hand the ball off to me. I broke up the middle seven or eight yards when Ryan Walters [I forgive you, wherever you are] pulled me down from behind. Unfortunately the lower half of my right leg landed, somehow, underneath the rest of my leg. There was a pretty loud pop. Then a lot of swearing, hopping around and some more swearing. I knew I had hurt my knee, but I didn't know how bad it was. My parents and the head athletic trainer thought it was just a hyperextension, so I sat out a week and a half then got back into practice.
My knee continued to hurt. Not as bad as that first pop, but every once in a while it would pop and send a stinging sensation through my leg. There were certain football drills that I half-assed just so it wouldn't hurt. Then came wrestling season. My practice partner, Chad, can attest to the pops that came from me knee each session. The gentle-hearted guy that he is, he stopped every time and asked if I was okay. Me, I just bit deeper into my mouthgaurd and kept going. What sidelined me from wrestling season that year was not my knee, but my grades. A certain Spanish teacher failed to teach me [and the rest of my class] certain verb types very well and we all did a miserable job on the final, and I finished the semester with a d-minus. Mom gave an ultimatum and I quit wrestling.
I was cleared by my parental authorities to run track, and since I hadn't been that active my knee was feeling alright and ready to go. I was several weeks into practice when the final blow came. I was actually over at a friend's place playing basketball after track practice when I came down on my knee really weird. Weird like, I couldn't straighten my leg out. Yeah, it was bad. The next day I found out that about six months prior I had torn up some cartilage and in coming down awkwardly I had gotten the torn piece of cartilage stuck in the joint, hence not being able to straighten out my leg. The day after that I went under the knife. Orthoscopic surgery is amazing really; within a day or two I was walking around on it. Gingerly, but with some weight on it. I didn't rehab like I should have, I decided not to pursue my dream of playing in the NFL [though the guy at the top of the depth chart now plays there] and actually didn't participate in high school athletics ever again, except as a fan.
I'm reminded of my injury every once in a while. Somedays it's a achy soreness, other times a sudden pop, and other days it feels like a loose hinge about ready to come apart. For the most part it's alright though. It keeps me from doing crazy things like running a marathon. Anyway, that's my right leg, he's a tough 'en. you have my love.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Gavroche was my favorite
After three long months of reading I finally finished Les Miserables today. There was a mixture of relief and sadness as the final page was turned, but for the most part I'm just ready to read something else. My desire to read Hugo's other classic, Notre Dame, has most emphatically been ripped apart. The stories within Les Miserables were wonderful, but too much of the book was filled with stories and details that didn't further the plot. Do I really want to read sixty pages on the history of a Convent [which too little of the story is based around anyway]? Not really, but thanks for the info. Anyway, World War Z is next, I can only imagine that it will be more fun to read than Les Miserables.
The other exciting news of the day was a package that I received in the mail today. I wasn't expecting anything, but the moment I saw who it was from I knew what it was. My friend Karla is hunting down Osama in Afghanistan [actually she's a noncombatant] and I've been teasing her about getting an Afghani Afghan [blanket] for quite a while. And yes, she sent me a blanket, as well as two pillowcases. How cool is that? Pretty damn cool. Well done Karla, well done.
One more item: happy [early] golden birthday to Mr. Saldanahaha, you had me at "hi, my name is Chris." And now to enter a short stage of hibernation, to prepare for another supposed "winter blast." you have my love
After three long months of reading I finally finished Les Miserables today. There was a mixture of relief and sadness as the final page was turned, but for the most part I'm just ready to read something else. My desire to read Hugo's other classic, Notre Dame, has most emphatically been ripped apart. The stories within Les Miserables were wonderful, but too much of the book was filled with stories and details that didn't further the plot. Do I really want to read sixty pages on the history of a Convent [which too little of the story is based around anyway]? Not really, but thanks for the info. Anyway, World War Z is next, I can only imagine that it will be more fun to read than Les Miserables.
The other exciting news of the day was a package that I received in the mail today. I wasn't expecting anything, but the moment I saw who it was from I knew what it was. My friend Karla is hunting down Osama in Afghanistan [actually she's a noncombatant] and I've been teasing her about getting an Afghani Afghan [blanket] for quite a while. And yes, she sent me a blanket, as well as two pillowcases. How cool is that? Pretty damn cool. Well done Karla, well done.
One more item: happy [early] golden birthday to Mr. Saldanahaha, you had me at "hi, my name is Chris." And now to enter a short stage of hibernation, to prepare for another supposed "winter blast." you have my love
Monday, February 19, 2007
Milwaukee and Honore
I was chatting with Chris in Ames yesterday and we were talking about life and dreams and such, and that we both have entertained thoughts of opening up our own stores. Chris actually got much further in his pursuit than I have, but only to lose out to Olde Main[e]. My plans never made it out of my mind, though I might have mentioned it to some people, I don't recall. While the 104 fam was in Tennessee a while ago we had a discussion about opening a dining establishment that we would run and have a blast doing together.
Chris put it simply and with amazing precision when he said, "we all want to be High Fidelity." He's right. We [being people of our approximate age, who don't know exactly what they want to do in life] all want to be Rob Gordon [Fleming] and do something that encourages what we love [music, literature, etc.] with people that, whether we recognize it or not, are our friends, even if that business isn't entirely successful. Take it as you will, but I still want to have my own little store, work with friends, enjoy my bread-winning and maybe even wear Cosby sweaters.
The pizza digesting in my stomach is the unlucky victim of being the last pizza I eat before Lent. I've participated in Lent before, giving up The Simpsons once and last year it may have been doughnuts. Or going to chapel, I don't really remember. This is really the first major test of my resolve though. If you know me you realize that I have a love for the eating of pizza in its many forms. I've had all sorts of pizzas: Italian [salami, not pepperoni], cardboard [four ninety-nine special], deep dish, white [no thanks, I like the sauce], I'm pretty sure I have some New York style during my summer on the eastern seaboard, breakfast, taco, gourmet, frozen and so many more. Seriously, I have pizza at least twice a week for lunch or dinner. It's a bold move, but that's what Lent is all about. So, remember that it all begins with Pancake Day tomorrow, so flip those cakes, eat up and enjoy. you have my love.
I was chatting with Chris in Ames yesterday and we were talking about life and dreams and such, and that we both have entertained thoughts of opening up our own stores. Chris actually got much further in his pursuit than I have, but only to lose out to Olde Main[e]. My plans never made it out of my mind, though I might have mentioned it to some people, I don't recall. While the 104 fam was in Tennessee a while ago we had a discussion about opening a dining establishment that we would run and have a blast doing together.
Chris put it simply and with amazing precision when he said, "we all want to be High Fidelity." He's right. We [being people of our approximate age, who don't know exactly what they want to do in life] all want to be Rob Gordon [Fleming] and do something that encourages what we love [music, literature, etc.] with people that, whether we recognize it or not, are our friends, even if that business isn't entirely successful. Take it as you will, but I still want to have my own little store, work with friends, enjoy my bread-winning and maybe even wear Cosby sweaters.
The pizza digesting in my stomach is the unlucky victim of being the last pizza I eat before Lent. I've participated in Lent before, giving up The Simpsons once and last year it may have been doughnuts. Or going to chapel, I don't really remember. This is really the first major test of my resolve though. If you know me you realize that I have a love for the eating of pizza in its many forms. I've had all sorts of pizzas: Italian [salami, not pepperoni], cardboard [four ninety-nine special], deep dish, white [no thanks, I like the sauce], I'm pretty sure I have some New York style during my summer on the eastern seaboard, breakfast, taco, gourmet, frozen and so many more. Seriously, I have pizza at least twice a week for lunch or dinner. It's a bold move, but that's what Lent is all about. So, remember that it all begins with Pancake Day tomorrow, so flip those cakes, eat up and enjoy. you have my love.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Acceptable, not promotable
Valentine's Day is finally over, now we can move on to a more important holiday, Pancake Day. Pancake day is also known as Shrove Tuesday and Mardi Gras and is the day before Lent kicks off with Ash Wednesday. For the past two years I've been able to attend a couple of pretty sweet Pancake Day parties, but it looks like this year's party could be held at IHOP. Anyone in Des Monies that wants this to change, let me know. Okay, now on to old business; here are the acceptable answers to my Valentine application, though there could be some exceptions.
Short Answer
What is your favorite Wes Anderson film? Any would suffice.
What do you consider to be the merits of traveling by train? Everything except its slowness factor. I love traveling by train though.
Hot or cold weather? I prefer cold.
What is your favorite soccer league? Watching the World Cup and then the EPL made me realize how incredible this league is.
What is your favorite terrain? Ryan had a great answer [glacial moraine], but anything to do with mountains would have met my agreement.
What is your favorite swear word? I just wanted to see if you would answer this. Mine is "poop".
How many books over seven-hundred pages have you read in the past five years? If you answered this one at all, you win.
What section of the paper do you read first? Front page, comics or sports were okay.
What is your favorite country in Europe? I think most countries would have been approved, except for that bastard Spain [free Porto!]. Mine is Germany.
Yes or No
Liturgy - Yes, in small doses.
Harry Potter - Yes.
Alt-country - Oh yeah.
NPR - Yes, it's the first preset on my car stereo.
Babies - Sometimes.
Chasing squirrels - Yes, I'm sure they enjoy it too.
Los Angeles - No.
U.S. trade embargoes on communist nations - No, let's not starve people.
Trinitarian theology - Yep.
the NBA - No. No. And no.
Wikipedia - All flaws aside I really enjoy reading about all sorts of things from Wiki. My enjoyment of Les Miserables has benefitted from being able to learn about French history, especially the revolution years. So, yes.
CBS comedies - No! CBS keeps saying that "Two and a Half Men" is America's number one comedy. I've seen this show [my parents like it], and if this is America's number one comedy, we're in trouble. Like I said to a friend, if this is true then apparently most of America doesn't get NBC on Thursday nights. "Don't be an idiot," words to live by.
Sudoku - Yes. Though if you would've said "no" I would have understood, it's a major time killer.
The History Channel - Sometimes.
Loitering - Very much a yes.
More cheese - Please and thank you.
Pub food and drink - Ditto.
Make an argument for
The best band ever - Ryan answered with U2, certainly acceptable, though I would argue for The Beatles.
The best American band ever - This is an incredibly tough arena of argument, personally I say the Grateful Dead.
The best band in the world currently - I'd say Radiohead.
The best American band currently - I'm a bit biased, but I would say Wilco [eighty-eight days!].
You should all be jealous, Ryan got Toblerone. Regardless, I hope you had a most pleasant Valentine's Day, or "vd" as my friend Chris says. It just doesn't have the same ring to it though. Hmm. you have my love.
Valentine's Day is finally over, now we can move on to a more important holiday, Pancake Day. Pancake day is also known as Shrove Tuesday and Mardi Gras and is the day before Lent kicks off with Ash Wednesday. For the past two years I've been able to attend a couple of pretty sweet Pancake Day parties, but it looks like this year's party could be held at IHOP. Anyone in Des Monies that wants this to change, let me know. Okay, now on to old business; here are the acceptable answers to my Valentine application, though there could be some exceptions.
Short Answer
What is your favorite Wes Anderson film? Any would suffice.
What do you consider to be the merits of traveling by train? Everything except its slowness factor. I love traveling by train though.
Hot or cold weather? I prefer cold.
What is your favorite soccer league? Watching the World Cup and then the EPL made me realize how incredible this league is.
What is your favorite terrain? Ryan had a great answer [glacial moraine], but anything to do with mountains would have met my agreement.
What is your favorite swear word? I just wanted to see if you would answer this. Mine is "poop".
How many books over seven-hundred pages have you read in the past five years? If you answered this one at all, you win.
What section of the paper do you read first? Front page, comics or sports were okay.
What is your favorite country in Europe? I think most countries would have been approved, except for that bastard Spain [free Porto!]. Mine is Germany.
Yes or No
Liturgy - Yes, in small doses.
Harry Potter - Yes.
Alt-country - Oh yeah.
NPR - Yes, it's the first preset on my car stereo.
Babies - Sometimes.
Chasing squirrels - Yes, I'm sure they enjoy it too.
Los Angeles - No.
U.S. trade embargoes on communist nations - No, let's not starve people.
Trinitarian theology - Yep.
the NBA - No. No. And no.
Wikipedia - All flaws aside I really enjoy reading about all sorts of things from Wiki. My enjoyment of Les Miserables has benefitted from being able to learn about French history, especially the revolution years. So, yes.
CBS comedies - No! CBS keeps saying that "Two and a Half Men" is America's number one comedy. I've seen this show [my parents like it], and if this is America's number one comedy, we're in trouble. Like I said to a friend, if this is true then apparently most of America doesn't get NBC on Thursday nights. "Don't be an idiot," words to live by.
Sudoku - Yes. Though if you would've said "no" I would have understood, it's a major time killer.
The History Channel - Sometimes.
Loitering - Very much a yes.
More cheese - Please and thank you.
Pub food and drink - Ditto.
Make an argument for
The best band ever - Ryan answered with U2, certainly acceptable, though I would argue for The Beatles.
The best American band ever - This is an incredibly tough arena of argument, personally I say the Grateful Dead.
The best band in the world currently - I'd say Radiohead.
The best American band currently - I'm a bit biased, but I would say Wilco [eighty-eight days!].
You should all be jealous, Ryan got Toblerone. Regardless, I hope you had a most pleasant Valentine's Day, or "vd" as my friend Chris says. It just doesn't have the same ring to it though. Hmm. you have my love.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Threat level: sky blue [sky]
As co-founder of the Evangelical Homiletic Bachelors Society I see it fit to hereby address the state of the said society. This past year was a difficult one, as we lost one of our own, Matthew iVan [original member and fellow co-founder]. Though it was a tragic loss for RyJo and I, we managed to not shed a tear, but instead we ripped up the dance floor. The same day that we lost poor Matthew we learned that the Scottish wonderboy, Graham, had fulfilled his ongoing role as spoiler and that he too was smitten. It was wise of us to never let him come off probational status. The other members went about this year without much drama. However, there was this one time when I drove to Ohio to see about a girl, and instead I made friends [and a video] with some pretty cool people. Crisis averted.
And now there is no threat leveled at me, or at the EHBS in general [that I've been made aware of]. While the June weddings are in full plan/attack formation I am a man of the people, for the people, here I go again on my own. The threat level [jihad meter?] has been provisionally lowered to "sky blue" for the new year, but today we lift its provisional status. Other considerations for the threat level were: puppy, baby skin, foam packing peanuts, peach fuzz, zero, baby ducks and soft green grass. I hope this gives you a clear picture to the situation that I'm in. So until next year, or the next time some dame grabs the attention of my ever-sauntering heart, this is the EHBS telling you to grow a beard. you have my love.
Bonus: the winner of this year's "Be Travis' Valentine" contest is.... Ryan Tow, congrats, though I'm a bit disappointed and dismayed that no females applied. Anyway, read his entry here.
As co-founder of the Evangelical Homiletic Bachelors Society I see it fit to hereby address the state of the said society. This past year was a difficult one, as we lost one of our own, Matthew iVan [original member and fellow co-founder]. Though it was a tragic loss for RyJo and I, we managed to not shed a tear, but instead we ripped up the dance floor. The same day that we lost poor Matthew we learned that the Scottish wonderboy, Graham, had fulfilled his ongoing role as spoiler and that he too was smitten. It was wise of us to never let him come off probational status. The other members went about this year without much drama. However, there was this one time when I drove to Ohio to see about a girl, and instead I made friends [and a video] with some pretty cool people. Crisis averted.
And now there is no threat leveled at me, or at the EHBS in general [that I've been made aware of]. While the June weddings are in full plan/attack formation I am a man of the people, for the people, here I go again on my own. The threat level [jihad meter?] has been provisionally lowered to "sky blue" for the new year, but today we lift its provisional status. Other considerations for the threat level were: puppy, baby skin, foam packing peanuts, peach fuzz, zero, baby ducks and soft green grass. I hope this gives you a clear picture to the situation that I'm in. So until next year, or the next time some dame grabs the attention of my ever-sauntering heart, this is the EHBS telling you to grow a beard. you have my love.
Bonus: the winner of this year's "Be Travis' Valentine" contest is.... Ryan Tow, congrats, though I'm a bit disappointed and dismayed that no females applied. Anyway, read his entry here.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Want to be mine?
Well, it's that time of year again: time to entertain applicants to be my valentine. I've decided to give some order to this year's process, rather than the usual means of just not having a valentine. So I've put together an application that should weed out the candidates that just want another photo op with yours truly. Be careful, there could be some trick questions mixed in. Here we go:
Short Answer
What is your favorite Wes Anderson film?
What do you consider to be the merits of traveling by train?
Hot or cold weather?
What is your favorite soccer league?
What is your favorite terrain?
What is your favorite swear word?
How many books over seven-hundred pages have you read in the past five years?
What section of the paper do you read first?
What is your favorite country in Europe?
Yes or No
Liturgy
Harry Potter
Alt-country
NPR
Babies
Chasing squirrels
Los Angeles
U.S. trade embargoes on communist nations
Trinitarian theology
the NBA
Wikipedia
CBS comedies
Sudoku
The History Channel
Loitering
More cheese
Pub food and drink
Make an argument for
The best band ever
The best American band ever
The best band in the world currently
The best American band currently
The winning applicant will be announced Wednesday in my annual EHBS state of the union address, and later this week I will reveal the acceptable answers to the application. Why? So you can cheat on it next year. Good luck to all applicants. The rest of you will totally not get any chocolate from me. you have my love.
Well, it's that time of year again: time to entertain applicants to be my valentine. I've decided to give some order to this year's process, rather than the usual means of just not having a valentine. So I've put together an application that should weed out the candidates that just want another photo op with yours truly. Be careful, there could be some trick questions mixed in. Here we go:
Short Answer
What is your favorite Wes Anderson film?
What do you consider to be the merits of traveling by train?
Hot or cold weather?
What is your favorite soccer league?
What is your favorite terrain?
What is your favorite swear word?
How many books over seven-hundred pages have you read in the past five years?
What section of the paper do you read first?
What is your favorite country in Europe?
Yes or No
Liturgy
Harry Potter
Alt-country
NPR
Babies
Chasing squirrels
Los Angeles
U.S. trade embargoes on communist nations
Trinitarian theology
the NBA
Wikipedia
CBS comedies
Sudoku
The History Channel
Loitering
More cheese
Pub food and drink
Make an argument for
The best band ever
The best American band ever
The best band in the world currently
The best American band currently
The winning applicant will be announced Wednesday in my annual EHBS state of the union address, and later this week I will reveal the acceptable answers to the application. Why? So you can cheat on it next year. Good luck to all applicants. The rest of you will totally not get any chocolate from me. you have my love.
Monday, February 05, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, February 02, 2007
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.
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.
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