So I can go back and erase the utter bs that was the Superbowl. I almost had a heartattack during the opening kickoff and then almost committed suicide after the defense couldn't stop the Colts' running game and Grossman kept getting picked off. All right I am being dramatic, but seriously, I almost left the party I was at during the fourth quarter. It was one heck of a party. Trays of deep fried chicken legs and venison. I had some schnapped up coffee. It was delicious, but I couldn't handle watching the game any longer.
To top it off I ended up at a bar on the North Side and there were Colts fans there. I wanted to puke and punch them in the gullet. Maybe both at the same time.
Chicago is one sad city today. We are the walking wounded. I wonder how long they are going to keep the blue and orange lights up on the Sears Tower and Hancock buildings. I wonder how long it's going to be until we snap out of it.
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Aren't you supposed to kick people in the baby-maker? :)
I'm staring at the top of the Hancock Building right now - and the blue and orange lights are gone. I think that's lame. We should leave them on there for a few days.
And then baseball season comes around so the Cubs can further my dysthymia. I had to look up that spelling on wikipedia.com, and it was worth it.
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