February 2007 Archives
I'm leaving for Vegas in a few hours.
Two days with Underdog.
This could end badly.
Okay, dude, I know the superbowl was a little traumatic for you, but I happen to know you're still alive cuz I got a beautiful rendition of the birthday song (well, 2 actually) the next day...where'd you go?
Posted by: nibblet | Febrero 21, 2007 02:46 PM
Right, right.
Truth be told, the outcome of the Super Bowl didn't really phase me much. Like Nena said after it was over, "yknow, it felt like any other game."
Yeah, I've just been wickd busy. Work's been nutz-o insane, but good. Nena's grad school adventure is going well and I've been busy planning next week's trip to Vegas with Underdog and this May's trip to España with Nena, Gunder and Jo. So, yknow, busy.
Birthday's tomorrow, come back for the annual state of the Nenie address...
T-Formation.
Do or Die.
In 1921, the A.E. Staley company of Decatur, IL turned over its company football team to its coach George S. Halas. Tomorrow, nearly 86 years later, George's daughter Virginia will watch the team her father took over and which she still owns play for its tenth NFL title, its twelfth appearance in a championship game.
26 Bears are enshrined in the Pro Football Hall of fame, more than any other club. 13 numbers will ever be seen again in orange and blue, again more numbers than any other NFL team has retired. Included among these are names and numbers that every student of the game should know: 77, 42, 51, 34.
I love my wife for many reasons. But one of the largest is the outsider's perspective she brings to so much of my life.
It's a pretty constant thing, and one of the unexpected benefits of marriage, having someone else there to comment on things I've learned to just take for granted. One of the most interesting is how she evaluates my relationship with my home town. Her enthusiasm or lack thereof for places and institutions is amazingly interesting to me. Like, Wrigley Field is actually a cooler place to me now because she, having not really known it existed until she dated me and having a natural skepticism for anything I really, really like, thinks it's actually as special as I do. It's as if I have an instant "delusion check."
Stop me if you've heard this one...
A Gary, IN kindergarten teacher was talking with her class about the Super Bowl.
"I'm a Colts fan," she said "how many of you are Colts fans too?"
The children, being kindergarten students and not wanting to 1) be different and 2) disobey their teacher, all raised their hands in agreement. "Yes teacher, I'm a Colts fan" the students responded.
Well, all but one I should say.
