Weekend football

I have been on a self imposed espn fast this whole week, after the New England Patriots once again won a game in the playoffs they shouldn't have won, ruining what was a very satisfactory weekend of football watching. (ok, not a complete fast, I watched some on mute while listening to online radio and reading blogs at the same time.) But now, it's time for battle.

I'm talking about my team, Da Bears. The New Orleans Saints are America's team, because if they win the Superbowl it'll make up for Katrina happening or something. Anyway, they're the team of destiny. The magical carpet ride. Da Bears are simply second fiddle, the big bad team which needs to be beaten to complete (almost, there's still the Superbowl) the fairytale ending. The Spider to New Orleans' Frodo. Well, let me be the one to break the bad news, America. This isn't Neo vs. Agent Smith. This is Neo vs. Agent Smith minus Trinity's revitalizing smooch. The magic carpet can't get to Soldier Field, we don't have no fake turf here. After Lake Michigan sends forth her gentle breezes to acquaint every Saint with Bear Weather, and Drew Brees gets a taste of real dirt a few times in the first quarter, after we pound the ball inside, inside, and inside some more, followed by some play action & downfield bombs....pundits will be scrambling to rewrite their pre-written postgame columns.