(I have no idea who these guys are but that's exactly the way I was feeling last night)
I removed my earlier post about last night's game since I think it was rushed and basically sucked. The Bears got off to such an awesome start with Hester scoring within the first 14 seconds. The Super Bowl party I was at erupted and the whiskey got broken into early. There are few things in life that give me greater joy than to see a roomful of happy, rowdy Chicagoans all shouting and high-5-ing. And the thing is it wasn't just all dudes, the woman at this party might have been more obscene than the men (or at least a few of them). One girl was rocking a vintage McMahon jersey which I offered to buy off her back (she declined my genourous offer of my right ring finger) and shouting some really fucked up shit at the television (even my seasoned ears we're taken aback more than once). I don't think I sat down once the entire game, preferring to hover over one of the 6 televisions, beer in hand. Today my voice is hoarse from yelling at the televisions and my arm is sore from my brother constantly punching me, a reaction he seems to like utilizing to express both his anger and his joy when the Bears are playing. Despite the frigid temperature (I've never experienced cold like this in my lifetime of living here, at least not that I can remember) my brother and his drunken friends ventured outside during half time for a quick football game in the snow. Being more sober than them I decided to stay inside and catch the Prince half time show, which fucking rocked! I'm not the hugest Prince fan but I thought he put on a solid set (seriously, that's bad ass to rock the guitar like that in the rain, even more so to bust out "Purple Rain"). I thought we would make a remarkable comeback in the second half but Evil Rex showed up and just couldn't make it happen. It's sad to see 15 or so grown men willingly exhibit their displeasure at once...we all thought we had this one but in the end it wasn't to be. Although disappointed at our loss I'm almost glad the NFL season is over...and thankfully baseball season is right around the corner. Will it be the Cubs year? My feeling is no, probably not (the 2003 season is still too fresh of a memory in my mind) but I don't think they'll be nearly as bad as last year.
I've finally gotten Johnny Cash's "I Hung My Head" out of my mind after playing it after last night's game. Dramatic? Yes, but music always help to soothe ones bruised psyche.
Although I should stay in tonight and relax I'm heading out in a few hours to meet up with an old friend and her girlfriend in Boystown. My friend, who I haven't seen in years used to ask me out to Homecoming dance every year and I always turned her down. Now that we're both openly gay (perhaps her more so than I) I'm really looking forward to catching up and sharing our experiences over the years. And with any luck...she'll know some hot, single gay guys. At the least, there should be some nice eye candy out there tonight.
(Chicago Tribune photo by Nancy Stone)
I removed my earlier post about last night's game since I think it was rushed and basically sucked. The Bears got off to such an awesome start with Hester scoring within the first 14 seconds. The Super Bowl party I was at erupted and the whiskey got broken into early. There are few things in life that give me greater joy than to see a roomful of happy, rowdy Chicagoans all shouting and high-5-ing. And the thing is it wasn't just all dudes, the woman at this party might have been more obscene than the men (or at least a few of them). One girl was rocking a vintage McMahon jersey which I offered to buy off her back (she declined my genourous offer of my right ring finger) and shouting some really fucked up shit at the television (even my seasoned ears we're taken aback more than once). I don't think I sat down once the entire game, preferring to hover over one of the 6 televisions, beer in hand. Today my voice is hoarse from yelling at the televisions and my arm is sore from my brother constantly punching me, a reaction he seems to like utilizing to express both his anger and his joy when the Bears are playing. Despite the frigid temperature (I've never experienced cold like this in my lifetime of living here, at least not that I can remember) my brother and his drunken friends ventured outside during half time for a quick football game in the snow. Being more sober than them I decided to stay inside and catch the Prince half time show, which fucking rocked! I'm not the hugest Prince fan but I thought he put on a solid set (seriously, that's bad ass to rock the guitar like that in the rain, even more so to bust out "Purple Rain"). I thought we would make a remarkable comeback in the second half but Evil Rex showed up and just couldn't make it happen. It's sad to see 15 or so grown men willingly exhibit their displeasure at once...we all thought we had this one but in the end it wasn't to be. Although disappointed at our loss I'm almost glad the NFL season is over...and thankfully baseball season is right around the corner. Will it be the Cubs year? My feeling is no, probably not (the 2003 season is still too fresh of a memory in my mind) but I don't think they'll be nearly as bad as last year.
I've finally gotten Johnny Cash's "I Hung My Head" out of my mind after playing it after last night's game. Dramatic? Yes, but music always help to soothe ones bruised psyche.
Although I should stay in tonight and relax I'm heading out in a few hours to meet up with an old friend and her girlfriend in Boystown. My friend, who I haven't seen in years used to ask me out to Homecoming dance every year and I always turned her down. Now that we're both openly gay (perhaps her more so than I) I'm really looking forward to catching up and sharing our experiences over the years. And with any luck...she'll know some hot, single gay guys. At the least, there should be some nice eye candy out there tonight.
(Chicago Tribune photo by Nancy Stone)
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