You know we're just struttin' for fun

Late last week, I became peripherally aware of several football games, the importance of which was impressed upon me by my brother-in-law's blog and this crazy lady at the Post Office.

M. and I were in a store while the Bears were playing today, and I said, "Who's winning?" And this guy says, "The Bears are!" and I say, "Did the Colts play yet?" and he says, "No, this afternoon. You a Colt's fan?" I wasn't quite clear on the correct answer to that question so I said, "We're from Indiana." This was taken as a "yes." We were smiled at, nodded at. The cashier said, "I'm a Colts fan." Ditto for the guy. Also for the woman who's always standing next to the cashier of this place. "I guess it would be cool," I say, "If the Colts and the Bears go to the Superbowl." Everyone agreed. There seems to be a lot of interest in keeping the Superbowl Midwestern in these parts.

And so it shall be. We went home and watched the last 10 minutes or so of the Bears game - it was a really miserable day today in Chicago and I felt bad for all those guys running around in the snow, so close to the lake. M. said, "Do you know these guys..." and I said, "Don't to tell me about the economics of football, I just watched Jerry McGuire this week. They have a shelf-life of four years!" We watched most of the Colts game. We usually have a Superbowl party every year (although we usually need someone to tell us what day it is and when it starts) and our friends come over and we eat cheese and meat until we're sick and no one watches the game. Wow, I can't believe I've blogged about sports twice in one month!