Papa Bear George Halas would be 112 years old today

So as we enter Super Bowl weekend, I just wanted everyone to know that today, along with being Groundhog Day, is also George Halas’s birthday.

There’s sort of a festive attitude around the office today. Everyone’s really excited about the big game. I know I can’t wait. I’m starting to feel like a kid at Christmas. I can’t wait for gameday to arrive. But check out the cake that was here in the office this morning. How funny is this?

That Bear mauled the poor little horsey. Sucker.

Around the office here this morning, people are wearing Bear jerseys and t-shirts, scarves, or just Bear colors. Me? I’m wearing a black turtleneck sweater. But that’s because today is my birthday also. Well, I’m not sure how wearing a black sweater and my birthday are related, but whatever. It’s my birthday, I can write what I want.

A Prayer for the Chicago Bears

I’m the farthest thing from a religious man, but when it comes to matters of Chicago Bear football, I’m up for anything. So I’m posting this prayer that was forwarded to me by my sister. Unfortunately, I have no idea who actually wrote it. I just know that it’s funny. But more importantly, let’s hope it does the trick.

This very well could’ve been written sometime in 2004 when Craig Krenzel was a starter for the Bears before getting hurt. Hence the reference to him at the end of the prayer. But it stands true to this day, for we shall always fear the wrath of the QB who can’t move the chains.

Anyway, please bow your head….

A Cub Fan Rooting For the White Sox? It’s Out Of Spite.

Who’s excited for the playoffs to get underway?

I guess I am.

I mean I’m a Cub fan, and they’re not in it. But I’m still pulling for the White Sox despite that fact that most White Sox fans don’t want me on their bandwagon. But I’m pulling for the White Sox for a number of reasons.

First of all, I’m from Chicago. I’ve always lived in Chicago and I’ll always love all things Chicago. The White Sox are about as Chicago as they come so therefore I like the White Sox. I don’t really like White Sox fans, and if the Cubs and Sox were both on a sinking ship and one team had to be tossed overboard to save the other, I’d kick the Sox out faster than an old Black Jack McDowell fastball. But the fact is I’d love to see the White Sox win it all because I live in this city.

Second of all, there’s no way I’m rooting for the Yankees. That’s like rooting for the eighth grader that’s picking on the fifth graders. (But man it’s fun to watch those those fifth graders get pissed and give him a good ass whooping.) I can’t really root for the Red Sox, since they won it last year. And I have no draw to the Angels. They’re a good team and fun to watch, but c’mon, the White Sox are from my city.

Third, I’m pulling the Sox just to spite Sox fans. Ha ha, suckers, look at me, a die hard Cub fan rooting for your team. I’ll be wearing my Cubs hat and my Jorge Bell jersey too, ya bastards.

I’ve been to a couple White Sox games this year. I’ve been to more Cub games. But the fact is, I’ve made an appearance at one of the Comiskey Parks or U.S. Cellular Park at least one time every year since I can remember. So why wouldn’t I root for them?

They’re not playing my Cubs. And their pain-in-the-ass fans aren’t who I’m pulling for, I’m pulling for the team. (For the record, I can’t stand a majority of Cub fans either.) Sox fans are saying how they don’t want people jumping on their bandwagon. That’s why its a bandwagon, because it wants to be filled up. Just because this city looks at the Cubs as their number one sons is no reason to be mad at the rest of the world. I’m a Cub fan who remembers when he could take the train to the game in the second inning and get a seat in the front row of the upper deck. Now there’s not even a bandwagon anymore, it’s a freakin’ bandtrain.

The funny thing is, if you get a room and lock together five angry Cub fans and five angry Sox fans and bring up who’s had it rougher in this city, eventually, one, if not all, of those people will be dead. Murdered. But if you mention the Chicago Bears, everyone will be hugging, swigging beer, and sucking down brats before you can even lock the door.

All I’m saying is let’s go Sox. Let’s forget which side of town we live on and win one for Papa Bear George Halas. And maybe next year we can play each other and really see this city get torn to pieces.

Finally, let me just point out that I have some very close friends that are Sox fans. Despite this fact, we get along famously. (We’ll see how long that lasts once they read this.)