An Evening of Defeat....

I'm going to say this very quickly to spare myself the sadness. "The Bears lost the Superbowl."

Ok, now that that is over....I can return to normalcy. My evening last night was spent cheerfully at my girlfriends superbowl party. Being on a health kick, I provided the attending fans with a bag of beautiful red grapes and fresh cut pineapple. (All of which were and absolute treat to all attending) The eveing started out great...exciting first quarter, sloppy rain drenched muscle men, great commercials, food, and the puppy. During the losing quarters I found myself curious wondering if all that drenched spandex was causing any chaffing or pimples.....I Sure hope so!

Oh yes, the puppy. Me, the ALWAYS cold one, made sure to bring my favorite slippers. Fuzzy, yellow, sailor duck slippers to keep my feet warm. The beagle puppy, so sweetly named "Clover" was sure my fuzzy slippers were her new nemesis. I spent the entire evening pleasuring the puppy while watching my hometeam accept defeat. This was definitely the only pleasure I found that night.


The question of the day....When you attend a sporting party to cheer on your team and they do not "show up," what do you do then?

Feeling the pain of defeat as early as the 3rd quarter, I had to sustain my self with beer for my sorrows and the 25 teeth intent on disabling my super sailor duck laden tootsies. While doing this, I am pretty sure I was thankning god that there were no HARD CORE Indy fans in my presence that felt like stabbing the sword even deeper. I survived anyway...it was all bearable.

This wasn't meant to last I found out however. As I returned to my room that evening the roomie had retuned home from a weekend at home. An Illini native herself and a traitor to her home team, she had managed to post that damned blue horseshoe and the final score of the game....EVERYWHERE!

Today...I accept defeat! I realize we lost, and I can even feel good that Indy made mistakes too, but, I also know this.... I know we can't take it all back....but undeniably...

THERE IS ALWAYS NEXT YEAR!