Hey all…

I am finally getting around after suffering through last nights Monday Night Football extravaganza.  Hours and hours of fighting with crowds, traffic, drunks, bear fans and more traffic.  So, this morning I am suffering from a major case of PTSD (Post Traumatic Spanking Disorder) after the whooping “Da Bears” put on our lowly Rams here in the “The Lou”.  I do enjoy sneaking in a game every now and then, but for some reason things just were not as much fun last night and it wasn’t just from watching the Lambs getting their hats handed to them.  Of course, friends and friends of family (if that makes sense) who live in, or use to live in the Chicago area are already cause for turning my phone off…I give you kudos for a fine professional football win.  Hats off to wendyinchicago , because I know she would give me grief too if she had the chance.

Anyway, even with watching the debacle last night, there was one moment that I can share with you that gave a brief moment of pleasure to all of us who were sitting in our upper stratosphere section.  Here is my yarn…just a couple of rows in front of me there were several orange and blue clad bear fans.  Several of which looked as if they started drinking before ever getting to Midway.  One such orange stocking cap wearing lad looked to be the ringleader of this group had a nasty habit of standing up at the most inconvenient time…such as every play.  This became quite an annoyance to the folks just behind him and everyone else (myself included) and eventually someone would ask him to please refrain from doing so.  He was not a rude drunk or even an overly loud one.  It was just the aggravation of his orange pumpkin popping up at the snap of the ball.  Now it is late in the game, he has made innumerous beer runs (which is beginning to show) and now one of the Bears is breaking out on another long run against the porous Lambs defense.  Can you guess what happens?  Sure, up springs this fella and the rest of his posse to ring cheers down upon their beloved Bears, beer in hand of course.  Well, one of his buddies that is sitting by his side began giving everyone around a flurry of high fives and fist bumps.  Okay, now just imagine, our orange capped fan is standing with his arms in the air…his left hand firmly holding his cup of ale, in his right is a fresh and steamy hot dog and his back towards his buddy who is seated to his right…his buddy turns to share in their delight with a hearty high five and takes a big round house swing…and “sploot”.  Soaring through the air like an albatross taking flight, his poor hot dog is now sailing downwards towards the unsuspecting fans several rows below.  His cheers now fall silent as he realized his munchies have now disappeared from his grasp and the look that he shared with his hombre, now that made the rump kicking of a game worth it.

Oh well, I guess the I better turn my phone back on and take the lashings that I oh so deserve.