Whew. Okay, I sit here watching the Pittsburgh Indy game, and I gotta confess, I’m a little nervous about the upcoming game between the Bears and the Panthers. This is the time where a true die hard sports fan runs into problems. Watching this game in a couple hours will honestly not be that fun for me, but it’s something I have to do. It’s weird, and only real true die hard fans probably know the feeling I’m referring to. If we do happen to lose, I’ll get over it in a few days, and if we win, I will be very happy, but during the game, it’s so hard for me to emotionally seperate myself, that I have to seriously calm myself down so I don’t end up yelling at people unintentionally. If I knew ahead of time that the Bears would win, I would have no problems at all, but I don’t, so I have to go through this. For those of you who are not sports fans, you probably think I’m completely nuts right now.
My dad was debating whether or not he’s going to watch the game, because he gets so into it. If you had any doubts about where I got it from, there you go. He won’t be watching it with me, but he has told me that he will be, but if he did come to my place to watch it, I can picture this scene happening. My dad getting so into the game that he has a cardiac arrest, leaving me with the fateful decision of whether to quick setup my tivo to record the rest of the game before driving my dad to the hospital, hoping that my dad’s room at the hospital has a tv with cable, or hearing the score from a friend later. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
So here we go. We hand the keys to a guy who has played a wopping six quarters, and you know what, he’s our best chance. Our defense at home in January against a team that had a great couple weeks against two average at best teams, and everyone is picking as the sexy upset pick. I like our chances, and yet I still must go through the anxiety of being a Bears fan. My sports fan cross to bear I suppose.