(cue the “Chistmas Time is Here” music from Charlie Brown Christmas)
It is indeed a sad day today. It took a lot of drinking to kill the pain last night. (/sarcasm)
However, it was good to at least see the Bears there, and it was nice to watch a superbowl I at least cared about. There’s all kinds of things I could say, like:
– we went away from the run way too soon (like when Benson went down)
– the offensive play calling was just sub par to say the least
– that interception returned for a touchdown was like an ice pick in my heart
– I don’t blame Grossman, but he did not come up big when we needed him too
– it’s hard to blame the offense in general because they never got on the field
– we really felt the loss of Tommie Harris and Mike Brown yesterday, and if they can’t make it through a season healthy, then we’ve got to find some other guys who can
So I could say that, but I won’t. We made it to the Super Bowl, and I’m thankful for that.
That’s my hobbled dad who hurt his leg earlier in the week, so he was unable to watch the game with me, which is sad. However, it would have been more sad if the Bears would have won and I wasn’t with my dad (silver lining?). He sent me this picture just so I would know that he was still ready to go for the game.
I made fake mustaches so that everyone could be official Bears fans for the night.
But sadly the paraphernalia has to be put away for the offseason, and we move onto the Cubs. March and August are very similar, because both pessimism and hope spring eternally within me. So until next year, good night Bears, and let’s take it next year, or at least let us hope that we will.
Until next year:
(through tears) Bear down, Chicago Bears!