Super Bowl, Super Bears!

What a game. The excitement at Soldier Field was like nothing I have ever experienced before. We stood the entire game and Poppie didn't yell "Sit Down!" once. And so much action in our endzone; Bernard Berrian's TD catch, Cedric Bensons's 12 yd. TD and even Reggie Bush's somersault TD. In retrospect, I bet he wishes he'd never done that! So the Saints go marching back to New Orleans and the Bears head to Miami for Super Bowl XLI.To view all the pictures click here.

B E A R D O W N !

Who are you....

....from school district 149? Identify yourself, please.

A Sampling of the Local Artistry

B E A R D O W N!

Saints v. Bears for the NFC Championship

Ken (aka Grandpa, Poppie, Dad) has had Bears season's tickets since 1946. That's right, 1946. And if that weren't impressive on it's own, he has been going to the Bears games since 1939. 1939. Long before I was around. I, on the other hand, have been going to the games (on and off) for 20 years and have had my very own season's ticket since 1993. Today, Super Fan Eddie and his friend Bobby presented Ken with a Bears jersey with the number 39 and "Grandpa" inscribed on the back.Never could I have imagined a day like today. I was so happy I cried. That is sick my friends. What is even sicker is if it were the Cubs. I may very well have to be committed.

B E A R D O W N!

You Tell Me

If a woman in your life showed up to three family functions in the past six months with three different men, would you not have questions and concerns about her morality? What if it were a man in your life? Hence the term Manwhore. I rest my case.

OK, OK

After several requests, I have finally posted again. Sometimes I get busy, jeeez. You really should rent Napolean Dynamite.

The Story of Ken-Bob

So, years ago, on one of our numerous trips to the North Country (aka Adirondack Mtns.) my brother, Ken, myself, probably a few NY cousins and some locals were enjoying some cold beverages in the bandstand that was across the street from our grandma's house when someone approached in the dark of the night and asked, "Friend or foe?" My loving brother, who turns 44 (shit you're old!) tomorrow responds with, "Hi. I'm Ken, Bob's son." Need I say more? Happy Birthday, Bro!