Friday, September 15, 2006
Inching Closer to Being an Old Man
There’s a lot that I don’t understand in this world. But number one on the list (today) is eyebrows. Specifically, it’s MY eyebrows.
I have the same confusion everyone else does about the need for eyebrows in general. They don’t seem to serve much of a purpose. At least nose hairs stop bugs from flying up your nose. And watching them during a sneeze is like watching dewy grass sway in the breeze. But eyebrows really don’t add anything. In fact, the only time you notice eyebrows is when they’re (a) missing or (b) busy and caterpillar-esque.
But even if I’m going to accept the fact that I have eyebrows (and I don’t see how I have any choice), I don’t understand some things about MY eyebrows. For most of my life, I’ve completely ignored my eyebrows. To say that I never gave them a second thought would be incorrect because I never gave them the first thought. They just existed. (Except for a short period of time when I was a child when I thought I’d see if my mom’s razor actually worked. And I tested it on my left eyebrow. God, I wish I had a picture of that. I looked like a young, retarded Vanilla Ice. I guess calling Vanilla Ice retarded is a bit redundant, isn’t it?)
I think my eyebrows officially began to exist when I met The Wife. I’ll never forget her looking longingly into my eyes (or so I thought) and telling me, “Have you ever thought about tweezing your eyebrows?” Bitch. No, I’d never thought about it. But I decided to look into it. Basically, I decided I’m too lazy and too sloppy to even consider tweezing my eyebrows. And I stress the “s” on eyebrows. They are separate and distinct, as opposed to the infamous unibrow. There are some small hairs that someone like The Wife (who often looks longingly into my eyes, or at least my eyebrows) would notice. But the lay person wouldn’t notice them, so I’m not removing them.
What’s driving me nuts lately, though, is that my eyebrows seem to be growing. I don’t mean that they’re getting wider or moving closer. No, the individual hairs are now growing longer. This must be another one of the wonderful side effects of aging. But what’s frustrating is that they’re not ALL growing. Just a few of them are. And they’re REALLY growing.
The average eyebrow hair is ¼-inch long. (At least, that’s the assumption I’m going with. If you have an irrefutable source that you’d like me to use instead, please let me know. Then go get a life.) In recent eyebrow explorations, I’ve discovered some hairs that have grown to an inch long! Some are even longer! This just boggles my mind. (By the way, I have no idea what got me started rubbing my eyebrows and how I discovered that there are some long ones. I’ll bet The Wife was involved somehow.) Of the hundreds of hairs in each eyebrow, there are about 5-10 mutant renegade hairs that just insist on growing to abnormal lengths. It’s like the worst X-Men mutation ever.
It makes me wonder what the future will hold though. Will these Renegade Hairs continue to be renegades? Or will the non-renegades convince them that they’re out of line? Or worse yet, is this the beginning of a revolution? Will all of my eyebrow hairs start growing abnormally long? Is this how the guys with really bushy eyebrows started? They noticed one or two randomly long hairs and didn’t do anything about it? Then there were 10-20. Then before they knew it, their entire eyebrows are like inch-thick caterpillars sitting on their face. (More importantly, why haven’t these guys ever trimmed their eyebrows? Do they think it adds character to their face? Makes them recognizable? Makes them sexy? I just don’t get it.)
Anyway, I’m sure I’m on the long, slow ride to old-man-dom. I already groan when I stand up or sit down. My eyebrows are growing out of control. Don’t even get me started on my nose hair. I guess ear hair is the next milepost. I’m really hoping that ear hair can be killed by listening to a lot of shitty music via headphones.
I have the same confusion everyone else does about the need for eyebrows in general. They don’t seem to serve much of a purpose. At least nose hairs stop bugs from flying up your nose. And watching them during a sneeze is like watching dewy grass sway in the breeze. But eyebrows really don’t add anything. In fact, the only time you notice eyebrows is when they’re (a) missing or (b) busy and caterpillar-esque.
But even if I’m going to accept the fact that I have eyebrows (and I don’t see how I have any choice), I don’t understand some things about MY eyebrows. For most of my life, I’ve completely ignored my eyebrows. To say that I never gave them a second thought would be incorrect because I never gave them the first thought. They just existed. (Except for a short period of time when I was a child when I thought I’d see if my mom’s razor actually worked. And I tested it on my left eyebrow. God, I wish I had a picture of that. I looked like a young, retarded Vanilla Ice. I guess calling Vanilla Ice retarded is a bit redundant, isn’t it?)
I think my eyebrows officially began to exist when I met The Wife. I’ll never forget her looking longingly into my eyes (or so I thought) and telling me, “Have you ever thought about tweezing your eyebrows?” Bitch. No, I’d never thought about it. But I decided to look into it. Basically, I decided I’m too lazy and too sloppy to even consider tweezing my eyebrows. And I stress the “s” on eyebrows. They are separate and distinct, as opposed to the infamous unibrow. There are some small hairs that someone like The Wife (who often looks longingly into my eyes, or at least my eyebrows) would notice. But the lay person wouldn’t notice them, so I’m not removing them.
What’s driving me nuts lately, though, is that my eyebrows seem to be growing. I don’t mean that they’re getting wider or moving closer. No, the individual hairs are now growing longer. This must be another one of the wonderful side effects of aging. But what’s frustrating is that they’re not ALL growing. Just a few of them are. And they’re REALLY growing.
The average eyebrow hair is ¼-inch long. (At least, that’s the assumption I’m going with. If you have an irrefutable source that you’d like me to use instead, please let me know. Then go get a life.) In recent eyebrow explorations, I’ve discovered some hairs that have grown to an inch long! Some are even longer! This just boggles my mind. (By the way, I have no idea what got me started rubbing my eyebrows and how I discovered that there are some long ones. I’ll bet The Wife was involved somehow.) Of the hundreds of hairs in each eyebrow, there are about 5-10 mutant renegade hairs that just insist on growing to abnormal lengths. It’s like the worst X-Men mutation ever.
It makes me wonder what the future will hold though. Will these Renegade Hairs continue to be renegades? Or will the non-renegades convince them that they’re out of line? Or worse yet, is this the beginning of a revolution? Will all of my eyebrow hairs start growing abnormally long? Is this how the guys with really bushy eyebrows started? They noticed one or two randomly long hairs and didn’t do anything about it? Then there were 10-20. Then before they knew it, their entire eyebrows are like inch-thick caterpillars sitting on their face. (More importantly, why haven’t these guys ever trimmed their eyebrows? Do they think it adds character to their face? Makes them recognizable? Makes them sexy? I just don’t get it.)
Anyway, I’m sure I’m on the long, slow ride to old-man-dom. I already groan when I stand up or sit down. My eyebrows are growing out of control. Don’t even get me started on my nose hair. I guess ear hair is the next milepost. I’m really hoping that ear hair can be killed by listening to a lot of shitty music via headphones.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Where’s the Protest?
I just got out of a meeting with my boss to tell him that I was leaving LAF. He understood my decision and wished me luck in my future endeavors. What a jerk! Why couldn’t he beg me to stay? Or list the positive aspects of LAF? Or tell me that I’d be sorry? Or call me a jerk for only working at LAF for four months?
Break-ups (be it of the lovey-dovey type or the work type) are the worst thing ever. But when the breakee doesn’t mount any sort of protest, it really makes the breaker feel like shit. You want them to cry, break lamps, try to kill you, anything. But when they sit there and say, “You make a good case. Enjoy your life,” you want to kill them.
It’s such a funny psychological thing that everyone wants to feel like the world couldn’t possibly go on without you. But the truth is that it can. At least, I hope it can. Otherwise, the rest of us are in deep doo-doo. So when you leave a relationship, you want the other person to be totally crushed. But they always get over it. In fact, some people welcome the change. I have a bad feeling that LAF welcomed the change. “God, that guy was a dork. He kept telling me this joke about two actuaries hunting. That was NOT funny.”
And so my short career as a business valuation person is over. (I don’t know what to call one who does business valuations. A “business evaluator”? Eh, who cares? I don’t ever have to call myself that anymore.) I’ve come full circle now. Almost four years ago, I left the actuarial career. I spent a lot of time not working. Then I became a quality engineer. Then I went to b-school to get my MBA. I had an internship as a business evaluator and then a full-time job doing the same thing. And now after a lot of lost income (and a useless degree), I’m back doing the same thing four years ago. This is all going to be really funny in three years when I’m unemployed again, going to school for my doctorate.
Break-ups (be it of the lovey-dovey type or the work type) are the worst thing ever. But when the breakee doesn’t mount any sort of protest, it really makes the breaker feel like shit. You want them to cry, break lamps, try to kill you, anything. But when they sit there and say, “You make a good case. Enjoy your life,” you want to kill them.
It’s such a funny psychological thing that everyone wants to feel like the world couldn’t possibly go on without you. But the truth is that it can. At least, I hope it can. Otherwise, the rest of us are in deep doo-doo. So when you leave a relationship, you want the other person to be totally crushed. But they always get over it. In fact, some people welcome the change. I have a bad feeling that LAF welcomed the change. “God, that guy was a dork. He kept telling me this joke about two actuaries hunting. That was NOT funny.”
And so my short career as a business valuation person is over. (I don’t know what to call one who does business valuations. A “business evaluator”? Eh, who cares? I don’t ever have to call myself that anymore.) I’ve come full circle now. Almost four years ago, I left the actuarial career. I spent a lot of time not working. Then I became a quality engineer. Then I went to b-school to get my MBA. I had an internship as a business evaluator and then a full-time job doing the same thing. And now after a lot of lost income (and a useless degree), I’m back doing the same thing four years ago. This is all going to be really funny in three years when I’m unemployed again, going to school for my doctorate.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
It seems like my life has been going through quite a lot of changes lately. In fact, the only way to add more change would be if I decided to become a transvestite.
The first change, as most people know, is that The Wife is expecting Child #2. Still no word on a nickname with this one. But that’s okay because I keep forgetting we’re even preggers in the first place. When The Wife was pregnant with Luke (nee Blasty), every day was a milestone. “Now Blasty is the size of a grape.” “Today, Blasty has ears.” “Today Blasty gave an odd kick when we were stuck at a railroad crossing waiting for a train.” With Child #2, it’s more like: “Today, Child #2 is entering high school.”
(By the way, I’m starting to like C2 as a nickname. Kind of like how the producers of Terminator 2 decided to just start calling it T2. Of course, that didn’t go over as well with D2, the horrible Mighty Ducks sequel. Still, I like C2. That’s the child’s nickname unless someone can come up with a more worthy nickname.)
Anyway, my point is that since Luke is still developing and learning new words and finding new ways to annoy – er, I mean amaze – us, it’s hard to focus on an unborn child as yet. I’m really starting to understand this whole first child/second child syndrome a lot better. That first child gets SO much attention, starting all the way from conception. This might explain why I, as the third of four children, don’t even recognize my parents. My mom keeps getting me confused with her paper boy. On the bright side, she pays me $10 a week.
The second change is that we just adopted a dog. Several of you know about our last attempt to adopt a dog. We got this really smart and cute dog who turned out to hate people (well, men anyway) and other animals. Well, this dog is like the polar opposite of Mocha. Snow (whose name will be changing soon) is a German Short-Haired Pointer, who’s mostly white. (Mocha was brownish.) And Snow seems to be a bit on the slow side. She needs a LOT of training. Mocha also needed training but picked it up quickly. On the other hand, Snow is friendly to other people and dogs and can be left off-leash. She does chase the cats, but I think that’s more out of curiosity.
Luke, of course, loves the dog. He wasn’t sure about her at first, but that didn’t last. This morning, when Luke woke up, I went in and picked him up. The first thing he asked was “Doggy?” I said the dog was downstairs and asked if he wanted to go downstairs. “Yes.” He loves that thing.
The third change is job-related. I’m quitting LAF and going back into actuarial work. This might come as a shock to some of you. It’ll sure as hell come as a surprise to my boss here at LAF, given that I’ve only been here four months. But this job, and specifically this company, isn’t right for me and I’m thrilled to be going back to actuarial work.
The pay is one major reason. I won’t be getting a raise right away (because I’ve been out of the business for awhile), but I’ll be getting them soon. And they’ll far outpace what I’ll make here.
But it’s not just the pay. It’s the work itself. Actuarial work is challenging. It makes you think all the time. Most people would hate it. It’s a lot of math and stats, but if you’re a math dork like me, it’s just the best job in the world. And one of the problems I have at LAF is that I’m not challenged enough. A lot of what I do is writing reports. I feel like there about a billion people out there who can write these reports. But how many can (and WANT to) figure out the present value of pension liabilities? Hell, you probably don’t even want to read the words “present value of pension liabilities.” And that’s why I’m a dork. One of the reasons, anyway.
The culture here at LAF is another reason I want to leave. It’s very political here. Amazingly so. It seems like every word I say is judged. Things are taken out of context and misconstrued. And some of it is on purpose, I believe, because it’ll help other people advance their careers. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I think the main reason is that fully 75% of the people here have been here less than 2 years. So it’s one big pissing contest.
So those are my big three changes. I think the only other major change I’m missing (besides the Change of Life, of course) is moving. Thankfully, I won’t be doing that any time soon.
The first change, as most people know, is that The Wife is expecting Child #2. Still no word on a nickname with this one. But that’s okay because I keep forgetting we’re even preggers in the first place. When The Wife was pregnant with Luke (nee Blasty), every day was a milestone. “Now Blasty is the size of a grape.” “Today, Blasty has ears.” “Today Blasty gave an odd kick when we were stuck at a railroad crossing waiting for a train.” With Child #2, it’s more like: “Today, Child #2 is entering high school.”
(By the way, I’m starting to like C2 as a nickname. Kind of like how the producers of Terminator 2 decided to just start calling it T2. Of course, that didn’t go over as well with D2, the horrible Mighty Ducks sequel. Still, I like C2. That’s the child’s nickname unless someone can come up with a more worthy nickname.)
Anyway, my point is that since Luke is still developing and learning new words and finding new ways to annoy – er, I mean amaze – us, it’s hard to focus on an unborn child as yet. I’m really starting to understand this whole first child/second child syndrome a lot better. That first child gets SO much attention, starting all the way from conception. This might explain why I, as the third of four children, don’t even recognize my parents. My mom keeps getting me confused with her paper boy. On the bright side, she pays me $10 a week.
The second change is that we just adopted a dog. Several of you know about our last attempt to adopt a dog. We got this really smart and cute dog who turned out to hate people (well, men anyway) and other animals. Well, this dog is like the polar opposite of Mocha. Snow (whose name will be changing soon) is a German Short-Haired Pointer, who’s mostly white. (Mocha was brownish.) And Snow seems to be a bit on the slow side. She needs a LOT of training. Mocha also needed training but picked it up quickly. On the other hand, Snow is friendly to other people and dogs and can be left off-leash. She does chase the cats, but I think that’s more out of curiosity.
Luke, of course, loves the dog. He wasn’t sure about her at first, but that didn’t last. This morning, when Luke woke up, I went in and picked him up. The first thing he asked was “Doggy?” I said the dog was downstairs and asked if he wanted to go downstairs. “Yes.” He loves that thing.
The third change is job-related. I’m quitting LAF and going back into actuarial work. This might come as a shock to some of you. It’ll sure as hell come as a surprise to my boss here at LAF, given that I’ve only been here four months. But this job, and specifically this company, isn’t right for me and I’m thrilled to be going back to actuarial work.
The pay is one major reason. I won’t be getting a raise right away (because I’ve been out of the business for awhile), but I’ll be getting them soon. And they’ll far outpace what I’ll make here.
But it’s not just the pay. It’s the work itself. Actuarial work is challenging. It makes you think all the time. Most people would hate it. It’s a lot of math and stats, but if you’re a math dork like me, it’s just the best job in the world. And one of the problems I have at LAF is that I’m not challenged enough. A lot of what I do is writing reports. I feel like there about a billion people out there who can write these reports. But how many can (and WANT to) figure out the present value of pension liabilities? Hell, you probably don’t even want to read the words “present value of pension liabilities.” And that’s why I’m a dork. One of the reasons, anyway.
The culture here at LAF is another reason I want to leave. It’s very political here. Amazingly so. It seems like every word I say is judged. Things are taken out of context and misconstrued. And some of it is on purpose, I believe, because it’ll help other people advance their careers. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I think the main reason is that fully 75% of the people here have been here less than 2 years. So it’s one big pissing contest.
So those are my big three changes. I think the only other major change I’m missing (besides the Change of Life, of course) is moving. Thankfully, I won’t be doing that any time soon.
It’s TV Season Again!
As excited as I was about the Bears beating the Packers yesterday, I was even more excited about new episodes of The Simpsons and Family Guy. Couple that with a new episode of House last Tuesday and a new Survivor this Thursday, and I’m as content as a pig in slop. (Actually, if you’ve seen me and the current state of my house, that might be a very apt comparison.)
The Simpsons was okay yesterday, much like they have been for years now. The episodes are okay and I feel compelled to watch them, but I don’t really laugh at them and I certainly don’t remember them afterwards. Hell, I almost wish The Simpsons would go away so it would free up some of my time on Sundays. In fact, every year that The Simpsons is on TV means that the “good” episodes from the mid-1990s will show up even more infrequently in syndication. Lately, WFLD has started showing some GREAT episodes, which I’ve had to TiVo. They’re the perfect thing to watch late at night when I’m trying to fall asleep.
Family Guy has almost become like The Simpsons to me. Good, but not great. In fact, an episode of South Park has almost ruined Family Guy for me. The episode centered on how Eric Cartman wanted Fox to cancel Family Guy. The reason was that he hated the jokes they had on the show. And the jokes more or less go like this: Someone says, “That reminds me of the time when BLANK.” Then they do a cut-scene to a sight gag. Oftentimes, the jokes are interchangeable and have nothing to do with the actual episode. I knew that they did that, but it wasn’t a conscious thought. Now that it’s a conscious thought, the show seems a lot less funny. Damn you, South Park! Damn you!
House picked up right where it left off last year. Great show. The only problem now is that the last episode was all a hallucination. In the new season, House has regained full use of his crippled leg thanks to some “miracle” surgery. So now I’m thinking that all the current episodes are a hallucination. I feel like we’re being set up like when Bobby Ewing got shot in Dallas years ago. I can’t even begin to tell you how pissed off I’d be about that.
I’m still anxiously awaiting the return of 24, which won’t be coming back until January sometime. That’s a long time to wait. Lost is basically doing the same thing. They’re going to show either 3 or 6 episodes (I can’t remember) this fall and then run the rest back-to-back starting in January. I’m a big fan of the back-to-back new episodes, but it’s annoying to have to wait six months for them. I wish 24 changed its name to 48 and only took 4 weeks off. And don’t give me any nonsense about Keifer’s busy movie career. We all know that he doesn’t have one.
The Simpsons was okay yesterday, much like they have been for years now. The episodes are okay and I feel compelled to watch them, but I don’t really laugh at them and I certainly don’t remember them afterwards. Hell, I almost wish The Simpsons would go away so it would free up some of my time on Sundays. In fact, every year that The Simpsons is on TV means that the “good” episodes from the mid-1990s will show up even more infrequently in syndication. Lately, WFLD has started showing some GREAT episodes, which I’ve had to TiVo. They’re the perfect thing to watch late at night when I’m trying to fall asleep.
Family Guy has almost become like The Simpsons to me. Good, but not great. In fact, an episode of South Park has almost ruined Family Guy for me. The episode centered on how Eric Cartman wanted Fox to cancel Family Guy. The reason was that he hated the jokes they had on the show. And the jokes more or less go like this: Someone says, “That reminds me of the time when BLANK.” Then they do a cut-scene to a sight gag. Oftentimes, the jokes are interchangeable and have nothing to do with the actual episode. I knew that they did that, but it wasn’t a conscious thought. Now that it’s a conscious thought, the show seems a lot less funny. Damn you, South Park! Damn you!
House picked up right where it left off last year. Great show. The only problem now is that the last episode was all a hallucination. In the new season, House has regained full use of his crippled leg thanks to some “miracle” surgery. So now I’m thinking that all the current episodes are a hallucination. I feel like we’re being set up like when Bobby Ewing got shot in Dallas years ago. I can’t even begin to tell you how pissed off I’d be about that.
I’m still anxiously awaiting the return of 24, which won’t be coming back until January sometime. That’s a long time to wait. Lost is basically doing the same thing. They’re going to show either 3 or 6 episodes (I can’t remember) this fall and then run the rest back-to-back starting in January. I’m a big fan of the back-to-back new episodes, but it’s annoying to have to wait six months for them. I wish 24 changed its name to 48 and only took 4 weeks off. And don’t give me any nonsense about Keifer’s busy movie career. We all know that he doesn’t have one.
Are You Ready for Some Football?
This weekend, I saw one of the most amazing things in my life. The Bears shut out Brett Favre’s Packers. Brett Favre has been haunting my football life for many years. I can’t think of an athlete I hate more than him, including the detestable Barry Bonds. And the reason I hate him so much? Cuz he consistently kills the Bears. Well, not anymore.
In fact, I’ve slowly realized that I now love Brett Favre. Now that he’s a washed-up, old, sucky quarterback (who the Bears play twice a year), I love him. I hope he never retires. I’m going to start writing letters to him every week about how his gutsy performance inspired me to do amazing things myself. One week, I’ll pretend I’m paralyzed and he inspired me to walk. One week, I’ll pretend I’m blind and he made me see. Another week, I’ll pretend I’m a dork (okay, no pretending necessary) and he made me ask out the high school homecoming queen. (It’ll be especially creepy (and funny) if I tell him I’m 31.)
This is shaping up to be a good year for my beloved Bears. Thank god. Because the Illini are going to be terrible. They lost 33-0 to RUTGERS. Did you even know that Rutgers had a football team? Hell, did you even know they were a college? (If you’re from the Midwest, it wouldn’t surprise me if the answer is no.) And somehow the Illini are supposed to compete in the Big Ten? Um, no. Not this year. Not next year. Not ever. It’s going to be very difficult to convince Luke to go there in 16 years if they have a shitty football team. The whole plan was to take him down there for tailgating so he’d grow to love the school and the campus. Looks like that plan just got shitcanned. And unless they move the Math Team State Finals to U of I, it looks like I’ll never take him down there. And believe me, tailgating for Math Team events isn’t quite as exciting as it sounds.
For me, life is better if I have a good team to follow during a season. For example, the Cubs were terrible this year. And since I hate the White Sox, I had absolutely nothing to follow this summer. As a result, I had to find a new way to fill my “internet time” at work. And so I started “investing” on movies courtesy of the Hollywood Stock Exchange. And now I annoy the hell out of my wife by asking her if she thinks How to Eat Fried Worms will make more than $5 million on its opening weekend.
And after I saw the Illini get pummeled, I was worried about the Bears. Especially since they were opening the weekend in Green Bay against the hated Favre. But the Bears just beat the hell out of Favre, and hopefully they’ll force him to start popping pain pills again. Now if the Bears can just keep playing like this, my fall will go by quickly and I can mope through the winter with the Bulls and Blackhawks until Cubs spring training starts, when hope springs eternal.
In fact, I’ve slowly realized that I now love Brett Favre. Now that he’s a washed-up, old, sucky quarterback (who the Bears play twice a year), I love him. I hope he never retires. I’m going to start writing letters to him every week about how his gutsy performance inspired me to do amazing things myself. One week, I’ll pretend I’m paralyzed and he inspired me to walk. One week, I’ll pretend I’m blind and he made me see. Another week, I’ll pretend I’m a dork (okay, no pretending necessary) and he made me ask out the high school homecoming queen. (It’ll be especially creepy (and funny) if I tell him I’m 31.)
This is shaping up to be a good year for my beloved Bears. Thank god. Because the Illini are going to be terrible. They lost 33-0 to RUTGERS. Did you even know that Rutgers had a football team? Hell, did you even know they were a college? (If you’re from the Midwest, it wouldn’t surprise me if the answer is no.) And somehow the Illini are supposed to compete in the Big Ten? Um, no. Not this year. Not next year. Not ever. It’s going to be very difficult to convince Luke to go there in 16 years if they have a shitty football team. The whole plan was to take him down there for tailgating so he’d grow to love the school and the campus. Looks like that plan just got shitcanned. And unless they move the Math Team State Finals to U of I, it looks like I’ll never take him down there. And believe me, tailgating for Math Team events isn’t quite as exciting as it sounds.
For me, life is better if I have a good team to follow during a season. For example, the Cubs were terrible this year. And since I hate the White Sox, I had absolutely nothing to follow this summer. As a result, I had to find a new way to fill my “internet time” at work. And so I started “investing” on movies courtesy of the Hollywood Stock Exchange. And now I annoy the hell out of my wife by asking her if she thinks How to Eat Fried Worms will make more than $5 million on its opening weekend.
And after I saw the Illini get pummeled, I was worried about the Bears. Especially since they were opening the weekend in Green Bay against the hated Favre. But the Bears just beat the hell out of Favre, and hopefully they’ll force him to start popping pain pills again. Now if the Bears can just keep playing like this, my fall will go by quickly and I can mope through the winter with the Bulls and Blackhawks until Cubs spring training starts, when hope springs eternal.
