Bear Down, Chicago Bears

The Bears! Made it to the SuperBowl!! Esposo and I took advantage of free grandparental babysitting to hang out with friends and watch the game on Sunday. It was fabulous, both the hanging out sans child and the game. There was some ill advised jumping on my part (note to self - you are eight months pregnant. No jumping.), nachos consumption, swearing at Rex, and elated disbelief as it became more obvious that the BEARS were going to the SUPERBOWL!

The women in my moms group are mostly transplants and not football watchers, so when someone asked who was hosting the game, and another followed with a comment about needing to watch the commercials, I knew I would be nowhere near these people during the game.

Did I mention that it's the BEARS? In the SUPERBOWL?

Now, when it comes to my football teams (The Illini and the Bears, that's it), I can become a tad bit obsessed. It's easy to ignore the Illini because they suck 9 out of 10 years, and yes, I'm fair weather fan enough that I'm not spending time watching them lose each week, but the Bears have been taunting us for the past 5 or 6 years. I don't claim to know all the players names, the stats, or remember amazing plays (though that touchdown catch on Sunday might stick with me for awhile). But during the games I can get rather intensely into the football - for my teams.

Which means that during the commercials of the SuperBowl? I will be peeing. I will be talking. I will not be watching for the sake of the commercials, and I'm going to a SuperBowl party to watch the game with like minded, screamingly insane fans of the Bears. We will mock the Colts. We will watch the plays. I will physically shake if it's a close, tense game. My heart will race.

This is not a 'just for the commercials' kind of year.

It's the Bears.